Can you start with the phrase “Lands in the living room, bring back other women, don’t wake me up, I wake up at 8:00, let her roll at 7:00”?

It’s over.

“I left a light for you in the living room, and brought the woman back so I wouldn’t wake me up. “I’m talking to the phone.

“I feel so unkind?” I ordered a hotel. “It’s not the weekend, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

I looked at the electronic clock on the wall, and I drank, “He’s not coming tonight. I’m sorry.

“A different one, you’re not the only one.” He’s terrible.

And We interrupted him: “Do not be bored, leave your woman alone.” I’m sorry.

“As soon as I hang up, you’ll have to be free the day after the anniversary. We’ll eat at the old man’s house.” I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

One.

“I’ll be squeezed out before I fix your fish pond.” A half-and-a-half-real complaint came out of the phone, and I threw up a smoke ring and laughed, “Baby, fish ponds are dirty and want to play with my sister’s pool.” I’m sorry.

“Sister knows I didn’t mean that.” And before he finished, my cell phone on the table was taken by the people behind me, and Izzy was naked and covered in a towel on his waist, and two long-cut fingers were squeezed in his cell phone, and he looked like he was sick. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think there was anyone around me, and the face on the screen was almost in JPG format, and it was like, “Why is he here?” I’m sorry.

“Why can’t I be here?” I’m sorry.

He said put his phone back on the shelf, sat next to me and kissed me.

And the eyes of the south of the river were red, and I looked at him, and my heart was a bit groaned, and I was trying to comfort him, and Izawa’s long arm rounded me in his arms, and he had just bathed in his arms, and he had my favorite smell of bathing, and his hair was dry, and his hands were particularly dry, and I lamented and lost.

I don’t know when the video was hung south of the river, but when Eizawa took me to my room, the screen was dark.

The next day.

“Why are you still here? * I look like I’m lying next to my hair * I’m sorry.

My husband, Hoshi, is on his 8:00 flight home, and Izzy should be home by now.

Seeing me like a bird, Izawa smiled and held my waist around me and laid me down: “When you fell asleep last night, he sent you a message that the flight was wrong and that it had to be home tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I was relieved and I kicked him, “Who asked you to look at my phone?” I’m sorry.

And Izze shrugged his shoulder: “It shines itself. I’m sorry.

And I was not really angry, and I went up in a blanket, and I went to the bathroom door, and I said, “I’ll take a shower and I hope you’re gone.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to take a bath?” There’s time. I’m sorry.

I’m shaking my head, thinking that last night I was seduced by beauty, and I forgot how I felt south of the river, and I said I wouldn’t let the little dog cry in the middle of it, or I’d better go and make some noise.

“You’re going to find him?” Izawa’s voice cooled down.

I’m suffocating and I don’t care about him.

I’ve always had many lovers in my deer, and I’ve been in the bushes, and I’ve always had plenty of rain. But it’s not a good relationship.

South of the river and Izzy, in fact, cannot be described simply by bad relations.

They were in the same university, and somehow I happened to have them all wrapped up, and it was even more embarrassing when I was on the south side of the river, and Izawa was in the car, and the brothers confirmed that they were the ones eating soft food, and that they were the ones who met each other, and they were the ones who saw each other so badly.

According to the south of the river, Izzy is his opponent in school, and the two men you fought against me have a lot of discomfort and are my lovers, and the relationship is all the more delicate.

South, where is it? Let’s have lunch with your sister. “I’ve been calling for my life and I’ve been calling, and I’m finally picking up the phone in the south.

“What do you want from me? “I’m busy with homework. I’m sorry.

Oh, tough mouth.

Little boy, think too much. If you really don’t want to talk to me, it’s time to turn off the phone. Left was just trying to make me laugh, and I softly said, “Sister wanted to see you, I only looked in the video yesterday and thought very well. I’m sorry.

He’s breathing fast, and the kid’s having a hard time, and I’m like, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see me in a flag robe last time? My sister made a new high-opened fork.

And when the telephone was silent, I heard his rush: “Come as you wish.” I’m sorry.

Then I hung up.

I’ve confirmed his return to his home country.

He went out and stuffed a box of condoms in his bag.

It’s not really in a man’s room, but I’m used to it.

South of Jiang rented a single apartment next to the university, and I sent him a message before I left, and he returned to me very soon: “Wait for me when I get there, don’t get out of the car.” I’m sorry.

I watched the news laugh.

What a food. I don’t like to be seen.

Indeed, when I came downstairs, he would have waited there, with a windcoat in his hand, and I would have wrapped me in a tight wrap.

I couldn’t help but laugh at him: “Do I look good?” I’m sorry.

He was still not well-dressed and turned his head away from me: “As you know.” I’m sorry.

“Is that pretty? “I went to hook his finger, he made a few bucks and took my hand.

As soon as he came to his house, almost closed the door, his vibe covered me.

South of the river has never been this urgent.

He took off my coat, kissed me and pulled his collar.

And I set my finger on his heart, and pushed him away, and he looked at me, and he breathed, and his eyes were red.

I stood in front of him, and I stretched my legs out of his ankle, and I hit him up, “Do I look good?” I’m sorry.

“Beautiful.” He buried his head in my hair, “I can see I’m dying.” I’m sorry.

I smiled, and this was the gift of a kiss on his throat. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After the rain, I fell asleep in the middle of the river, and I touched his back and looked at his naïve side and remembered the first time I saw him.

Two.

As a woman with a bee, I usually don’t take the initiative of looking for a man, looking for a place where he can find himself.

South of the river is special. I shot him.

One of my favorite milk dogs got in trouble and moved his tie when I was at home for my birthday.

He’s probably the one who hates to move his things, and of course to get back at me for the reason that he used his perfume for a while before, and because he knocked on his two fragrances, he had to break me off with the baby dog.

And I see that for the sake of the two limited packages, it was difficult to accept.

I’ve had a lot of good-looking brothers these days, and I think I’ve had too little to look at.

I went.

c Sports is famous, and I’ve turned around, and I’ve seen many young bodies glowing, but there’s no one in the mood who can’t easily agree to break up with the little milk dog, and I’ve just thrown the little dog behind my head.

It was a skinny young man with a hair that was a little messy, with a childish face with a single school, with a tiny awakening eye, with two books in his hand, with his shirt up, and a very high rate of return.

I saw him walk into a classroom, followed by him half a minute later, and I looked through the register, with three words on it with ink marks.

South of the river.

I recited it in my heart, and signed it for one of the students named Xu Yong, and sat behind the river.

I’ve been looking at the back of the round of the river and he’s been writing paintings, and he’s been shaking with his head down.

When the old professor from the podium spoke of nearing the end of the class, I began to call for names, and to call for “Shu Wing”.

And then he stopped.

South of the river and I spoke with one voice, “Come.”

He looked back on me in the most subtle way, and he was surprised.

What the hell do I know? Why should he be? Is Xu Wing a boy’s name?

The old professor wasn’t here to focus on it. He was attracted to the two of us. “You didn’t know your roommate was looking for a substitute? Look, that’s what happens when you lose air. I’m sorry.

The whole class is laughing.

I’m a bit embarrassed to scratch my head south of the river, “Don’t run over me. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry.

“Who is this little girl? “The old professor didn’t bother, he pushed his glasses and laughed at me.

What do I say? Say I’ve graduated four or five years and come back to miss my youth? Bullshit.

So I said, “I followed him.” I’m sorry.

I’m going south with my chin up and I’m going straight.

Then the old professor started to laugh.

The entire classroom was silent and silent, with only the innocent south of the river.

After class he noded at me and was stopped by me: “Your roommate named Xu Wing.” I’m sorry.

“It is true that there is a lot of misunderstanding between teachers and classmates. I’m sorry.

My watch says, “It’s noon, let’s eat together?” I’m sorry.

“We don’t know each other, do we? I’m sorry.

I smiled at him with my arm: “Let’s have dinner and we’ll meet.” I’m sorry.

He said he had to bring dinner to his roommate and turned me down.

I don’t care. I called myself with his phone.

And then he left without a trace.

I waited three days.

South of the river didn’t find me.

Friends laugh at the bar, and say, “Chou Deer Qing, you miss too?” The beauty’s glamorous. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be happy. I put ice in the wine, and I said, “No, I shouldn’t. I’m too aggressive to scare him. Is it true that students today don’t like the way I’m grown up?” I’m sorry.

“Maybe he likes the kind of schoolgirl who chases him all day and night, and then feed the cat together. “I can’t imagine you crouching.” He left school to say hello. I’m sorry.

I looked in the eye, “Is there a big difference between me and the student sister?” I’m sorry.

When I was a kid, I was 20 years old when I graduated.

“It’s not that you’re old, but you’re too busy to play with him. I’m sorry.

I’m not talking. I’m real, but I don’t have to talk to him.

I was thinking, suddenly, I saw a man sitting on a high-foot bench by the bar, through a crowd that folded.

The south of the river is still in a mess, with a black shirt, glasses of gold and a small mouth of wine.

He listens to others in the corner, smiles occasionally, but attracts the attention of a large part of the population, and many girls look at each other in his direction and are bold enough to look at him.

You can see it in your class. You’ve come to the bar with glasses on. I made a look for my friends, drank a glass of wine and stepped on his heels.

I’m sure I can’t cure a child when I’m pretty today. Raise your hand around the neck south of the river, with a kiss on his neck.

It’s also fun. In a bar, it’s more obscurantism than in a classroom.

I put a key in his hand and approached him in his ear: “My friend opened a bar and took me upstairs to rest.” I’m sorry.

He took me upstairs, and I took advantage of him, and his ears were red when he put me on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He wipes my face with a wet towel. I’m here to pick you up. I’m sorry.

I’m telling you, are you a fool or are you innocent?

He really got down and tried to get my phone out of the lock, and I slapped him and pulled him close to his collar.

“…”he hesitated for a while, “You, have you broken up? I’m sorry.

I’ve never lost my love in my life, and I’ve given it to others, but since he had guessed it, I’ll go on and say, “You men have nothing good.” I’m sorry.

And he choked, and cried out, “I’m good.” I’m sorry.

And at that moment, he looked up, and the eyelashes were cast in the shadow of the light, and he had no brain to say it.

I moved inside.

And then the wine came up and accidentally fell asleep.

The next day, when I woke up, my head was in pain, and I had a half-day break in my eyes, and it was as if I had fallen asleep last night with my little friend.

I got up with my head covered, but I saw my little friend lying down on the table.

I had fun and I didn’t yell at him. I took a shower, and I put my towel on his back.

It took only three seconds to understand and awake south of the river to stare at me and freeze for a while.

“Thank you for taking care of me last night. I never thought you’d stay. I’m sorry.

He whispered, “Drink can vomit, vomit can choke…”

Ah, so cute.

I had a light face, and I saw the lipstick on his neck, and I put it in my hand: “Please, I’ll buy you a drink next time. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t go back to the dormitory all night, and you have to give my roommate an answer.” I’m sorry.

I’m gawking.

“The last time they called me up for days, they didn’t know it yet…” He looked at me.

I said, “What do you want? I’m sorry.

“Sir, don’t play dumb, you’re responsible to me.” I’m sorry.

Got it.

I sat on his lap and lifted his chin: “Here’s my sister, and you can do whatever you want with her.” I’m sorry.

And it means that he breathes so fast, that he turns away from me: “I didn’t mean that, I… we can start with the library.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Oh, my God, that’s right. He loves schoolgirl love.

Who’ll take you to the library?

That’s what I thought, but later on what was the law that humans couldn’t escape?

III

I like Qianqiu long time ago.

She probably didn’t know she was my sister.

I went out of school for a year at 3 p.m. and came to school one week after the start of the second year. The first person I met was her.

When I had just packed up and came out of the dormitory, and the sudden rain was stuck in the door, the doctor told me not to catch cold, and I couldn’t shower, but I wanted to borrow an umbrella from the housekeeper because of the rain. I’m sorry.

It’s not a question, it’s a yes.

That’s Qianqing, always play straight, say what.

When I looked back at her, I stopped. Whenever she was, she was beautiful.

She was wearing a ponytail, her school uniform was loosely worn, a sleeve with a white arm and a red umbrella in her hand, which was an ordinary umbrella, but it looked so good on her hands.

Red suits her well.

Seeing me grumpy, she picks her eyebrow, “Kids, lost? Should I call your mother? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t get under the umbrella, I was looking for something, but I couldn’t get a word out of it, so I said thank you.

Fortunately, girls like Qingqing can’t be found anywhere.

She was a senior at the school, and I saw her again on the basketball court.

“Looks good. “The same table hit me with an elbow, ‘Rhee Chi, High School. I’m sorry.

And I noded, and the next thing he said, “Look, they’re here to play with their boyfriend. I’m sorry.

He sweated and lamented: “It’s a shame to have such a girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

People laughed at his toads for swan meat, while a deer at the basketball court threw the ball in the basket, smiling and the guy next to him punched in the hand, and his skin glowed white in the sun.

I suddenly felt thirsty and drank all the water from my hands and threw it into the trash.

I went to school with Cheng Lui for a year, during which I heard a lot about her.

For example, she’s very young, because she’s only 16 years old, and she’s changed a couple of boyfriends in three years and even brought her home to see her parents, and her boyfriend’s got money that’s usually soft food.

But it’s none of my business, I’m not in a school building with her, and sometimes bad luck doesn’t happen once a week, so I can only look at her in a big run.

Once again, she’s on her way to graduation.

The day my mother came to give me the new medicine, she took a phone call and she was in a hurry to leave, and I saw her take the bag and I tried to send it to her.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital, and the nurse said, “When she got you here, she wanted to wait for you to wake up and run out of here in an emergency. I’m sorry.

When I moved in my heart, I suddenly had an unrealistic feeling: “What is she like?” I’m sorry.

“How do you say that? It’s just beautiful. The little nurse waved at the patient on the side, “Give me the pictures you just took and show them.” I’m sorry.

I’m sure it’s Qingqing.

She seems to have always come to rescue me when I need help.

But I haven’t seen her since.

She disappeared suddenly, only at the entrance examination, and then again without a word.

According to the seniors, she may have changed in her family, and I was too busy to take that into account, which is seven years.

One day, I went to a movie with my roommate, and in front of the bar next door, I saw Qing.

She also liked the red dress, which was as hot as the fire, and laughed on her friend’s arm and accidentally pulled up the curls on her shoulder, leading to a crowd of people.

I’m a ghost.

“What are you doing, Kong? No more movies? “The roommate dragged me into my sights and saw Qing, “Oh, my beautiful woman, what’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“Huh, she’s Ching Deer. “I shot him in the shoulder, and my roommate Xu Wing wanted to be a matchmaker for years, and this time he was the one who got me, and I was delirious.

“She’s your goddess? “Well, I realized, and then I gave the film to a couple, and I pulled me and I broke into a bar, and I said, “Go, go after the goddess.” I’m sorry.

I was dragged away by him, but I was not too repulsive, but I was in a state of panic, afraid that I would be recognized by the circa and that she would not recognize me.

Hsiao picked a back-to-back position, we ordered wine, listened to her talking to her friends like a pervert, listened to her all night.

Qing and her friends complained that the man they liked ran away, and her friends advised her to go to the next university to find young university students, perhaps with new experiences.

When I heard that, I was so excited that I was a young college student that I was so impulsive to volunteer with my resume.

But I’m crushing it.

I remember when she was chased by a school lawn, and the school lawn made a lot of moths for her, and all the 999 roses came out, but the Qing deer seemed to be particularly annoying about this kind of rush and never looked good for the school lawn.

And Xu Zhou listened to my description and gave me an idea: “You do not like to take the initiative, then you want to take it.” I’m sorry.

We analyzed that Chengqing would have come to the best stop at the South Gate, so I stayed in the South Gate’s milk and tea shop to watch rabbits, so the owner of the milk and tea shop thought I was in love with him.

After a few days, I realized it wasn’t a big deal, and I had my friend at the milk and tea shop to watch in case I missed it in class.

My friend was opened the next day, and the new shopkeeper came to my immediate associate, Yizawa.

I had a bad relationship with him, and I was a little embarrassed, but that was the weekend, and I didn’t have any class, so I ordered a cup of tea and I kept watching the door.

Izzy looked at me with the eyes of a psychopath for half a day and said, “I am not in the business.” I’m sorry.

After two days of his contempt, Qing Qing finally appeared.

It happened that I had a class in an hour, and I followed her to half a circle of school, so I accelerated my steps from her side.

I was so nervous when I passed her that she didn’t look in my direction or that she didn’t like me until I saw her behind the glass door of the school building.

The next thing went very well, and she even happened to cry out to Hsing with me, and I was so excited that I refused her lunch as promised.

I almost bit my tongue when I turned her down, and she left me a number, or I’d jump off the building.

After three days without looking for her, I was so depressed that I tried to reach out to her, and then I got a call.

He said he saw Qing drink at the bar and asked me to go and pretend to meet him.

I didn’t dare to be too close to her to know my intentions, but I couldn’t help it if she didn’t come to me later.

If she doesn’t come to me, I’m going to play drunk.

The next day, Cheng Deer was awake and left, and I was afraid that I would miss the opportunity and had to disrupt the plan and ask her to be “responsible to me.”

It’s nice to have a cynic smile, sit on my lap, hook me up with my chin and say whatever I want.

I spent my whole life trying to stop her from pushing her to bed and I said I wanted to start with her at the library.

We’ve lost seven years from high school to college, and we’ve changed a lot. I don’t want her to think that I’m as shallow as any of the people who used to be greedy about her beauty or money, and I want to have a real relationship with her.

The kind of love that goes through all the beauty of youth together and then goes to white.

Four.

Qianqing hated me and said I had a childish vision of love, but she went to the library with me.

The next few months, she and I went to a lot of places.

We went to the library together, we went to classes, we climbed mountains together, we watched sunrises and sunsets together, and we watched movies together.

When I went to the movies, I went to get the popcorn, and I accidentally hit her hand, and she came out of the cinema and she smiled, and she asked me, “Are you happy with your hands?” I put my hand in your hand. I’m sorry.

Under the darklight, she smiled like fireworks, and my heart blew like a drum.

She likes to call herself a sister, but she’s only two years older than me, and she’s always very old, not only calling herself but also ordering me to call her sister.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t do it when I called her sister in a hurry.

Qing Qing said I’d scream one day.

I’ve written down a lot of her favorite details over the last few months, like, she likes strawberries and broccoli, movies more than TV, swimming, and I wear white or black shirts.

One time we went for a walk in school and she heard the song and the steps on the sound of the club, which was the song of the red idol, the Qin Pastor, so I wrote it in secret and I could go to his concert with her later.

I’ve never been so happy to be with the Qing Deer at every hour of my life, that I’m going to fly so fast in my best words.

But one day I went to a company interview with Xu Wing, and when I was waiting for him at the convenience store, I saw Cheng Qing come down from a man’s car and kiss him goodbye.

I’m just chilling.

But the nightmare is not over.

I wanted to talk to her when I met her, and I said I’d have dinner with her, and I saw Izawa in her car.

He had a lipstick mark on his collar and a colored sign on his purified mouth.

I thought the lipstick was red, but I didn’t think I’d be able to use it.

I was bleeding into my head, barely able to think, but I heard the deer laugh and said, “Well, I forgot that you two were from a school.” I’m sorry.

Izzy, um, look out the window.

And the circa returned to me with a red and green light, saying, “He is going to the lake, and I came to pick you up, so he went along.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe she even explained to me that Izzy didn’t react until he got off.

“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

I noticed a diamond ring on her anonymous finger.

I had a tight throat and I couldn’t move my eyes to look at her hands, and she looked down and didn’t care, “Oh, this.” I’m going to see his father later with my husband. I’m sorry.

It’s unbelievable. I thought I was in love with a girl I liked for years, but I’m a little girl?

After listening to me, I complained and laughed, and in her eyes I saw myself angry.

“What’s this, my husband and I don’t have any feelings, we’re all alone. Divorce is sooner or later. I’m sorry.

“That can’t be…”

“What, you wanna judge me? She lit a cigarette and asked me in the clouds, “Sun of the river, I’m a man without a sense of morality or love.” There’s still time. I’m sorry.

I consciously shook my head.

Then, remembering the rumors about her, that mother died early, that his father was busy with business and never cared for her, and that he brought home a woman from three to five…. She was also said to be fighting her father for a change of boyfriend.

“I… you just…”

She probably just never felt love and didn’t know how to love.

The human heart is biased, even if she is completely removed from my moral indicators, and I have found a justification for her for seconds.

We didn’t eat that day, she sat with me for a while and took me back to school, and when she left, she said, “South of the river, unless you made me fall in love with you. I’m sorry.

Five.

It must be Ho Ho’s home to see his father.

He was his father’s son. He was only 50 years old.

He’s got a brother on top. He’s a natural.

It’s supposed to mean the wife before Her Majesty’s sister came to power.

He had been divorced long ago by a number of young men, even with his son, and had changed his last name.

It has been many years since he was associated with his eldest son and placed his hopes on him.

But I’ve been looking around lately, and I think the old man’s attitude to what he’s doing isn’t right, and there’s some movement in the private world that seems to want to do a paternity test, and maybe suspect he’s not his own.

I didn’t say anything to you about what they were doing.

“I see you’ve been busy at work lately. I’ve been thinking about it myself. How can I hand you two tickets? “The tickets to the concert in Qinjimiya, watch with your baby?” I’m sorry.

I’m laughing in my heart that I need you to buy tickets for the Qinjiang concert?

He’s been trying out on me lately.

It’s not very nice to say that he’s taking me to see old love.

I took the ticket, and I replied before I came in: “For four, what will be the distribution of the two palaces to the princesses?” I’m sorry.

I choked on him, but he couldn’t talk back to him anymore, had to strangle me in the back, and then showed a couple a smile and greeted him.

How do we normally see each other? Half of the time in just a few hours is to get us to have a baby, but this time it’s turned off, not a word.

I don’t know why I said that my classmate’s kids were cute in kindergarten, but the old man didn’t pick on him.

These two men have changed their roles today, and I’ve seen how they keep looking at the old man, who doesn’t move that attitude, and he’s more certain about what he was thinking.

Old people want their grandchildren, and it’s a big problem if they don’t want it one day.

By the same token, a man who would not have been interested in children suddenly wanted them, and there would be demons.

This meal doesn’t taste good, the old man doesn’t leave us, I don’t care, I usually go to the nearest apartment.

I’ll go upstairs when the elevator comes back and forgets my cell phone. I didn’t think I’d run into a little beauty in front of the door.

The little beauty was crouching at the fire cabinet by the door, and saw me standing straight and staring at me with his head up.

I didn’t pay attention to her, she opened the door to go in, and she grabbed her belt: “Can’t you see me?” I’m sorry.

I’m:

It’s the most annoying thing.

I took her as air, and I tried to have a sense of it, and I squeezed her on her wrist, and in pain she was forced to let go, and I said to him who had just come out of the elevator, “A pair of shoes.” I’m sorry.

He nodded his head to show that he knew.

That’s our deal.

We used to have three rules, one after the other, but to deal with the follow-up, we can’t dance in front of each other.

I went in and put my coat in, and I heard the sobbing of the little beauty outside the door, and I micro-sided their shadows on the window of the living room.

The little beauty crouched on the ground and pulled away his sleeves without mercy and took a step back and said something. The little beauty’s face changed and almost ran away in a roll.

I gave him a bottle of hot soybean milk with a straw in it, wondering, “What did she say? I’m sorry.

And he took a sip of my hand and he took a sip of it, and he sat on my waist: “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.

“My fault, change your car.” I’m sorry.

One second he threatened a girl with no mercy, and the next second he became a good husband to buy a gift to his wife, a face like a book.

The girl must not have figured out why the man who used to spoil himself was suddenly so mean.

I leaned in Ho Chi’s arms and smelled the tobacco on him, thinking he was not as grumpy as he was now.

When I first got married, I was hugged by a beautiful girl who said that I was a prodigal son, so I felt a little bit less than I expected of him.

I smiled, and the next day I brought a dozen handsome guys to my house to open a pool party, and he and his little beauty.

He and I fought each other in the early years, and then the truce ended, and the agreement between the parties became much less.

But he seems to have changed tonight.

You can’t look at the light outside the window, rubbed your fingers on the soybean bottle and suddenly gripped my shoulder: “Only you know what I want, and never…”

Hot soy milk. He doesn’t like ice, he doesn’t like wine and coffee, he likes hot soy milk.

I’m sided, lighten him up.

I know what he’s next, but I don’t want to. I just look at him.

So he smiled at me for a while, groaning for me, and asked me, “Why haven’t you played enough deer?” I’m sorry.

And I laughed, “Well, you didn’t get it in your head, and now you don’t have to ask. I’m sorry.

His eyes were heavy, he did not open his mouth, he pulled his tie slowly, removed his cufflinks, unsealed his collar and revealed his pretty collar, and then approached me slowly, and the kiss fell at the end of my eye.

I liked to see him decomposed and delicate when he had taken off his suit, and he had his clothes removed most of them, until his breath in my ear was fast, and I put my hand on him: “Take a shower first.” I’m sorry.

“It’s the same in the bathroom.” I’m sorry.

He usually likes to struggle with me slowly, but today he’s so rude that he opens up the flowers and sets the temperature, he puts me against the wall and bites me on the neck.

I barely hid and was held by him.

My shirt was wet by water, transparent and visible inside. He laughed, “It’s my favorite color.” I’m sorry.

Touch my back and remove the “blocks”.

I couldn’t move with my hands tied. “Going to the gym? I’m sorry.

“Always. “What’s with the palms? I took the opportunity to break his shackles and move my fingers, but I had no progress. He’s tired.

The arrows were on the string, and his eyes were filled with desire.

The heat from the flowers is even less hot. The beads were curded and condensed, and in the mirrors outside the glass door, the closeness was never separated.

If I had to call him by his name, and I refused, he gave me a hard-on, and I ended up laughing and spitting a word out of my mouth, “Jang,” and the rest of my words were scattered.

In my ear, he bit his teeth and said:

“Chou Deer Qing, there you are. I’m sorry.

Six.

When I asked him if he wanted to go to Qinjiang’s concert, he was surprised that he was a bit upset, but only after I asked, said he had bought two tickets and wanted to surprise me.

I thought it was too nice and inappropriate to have a ticket, and he was happy that he had not bought it. I’m sorry.

I said, “You already know.”

I thought it was in the back, and I ended up in a concert, and I was in a mess in VIP C.

And in the eyes of my doubt, he showed his teeth: “You must have the best.” I’m sorry.

He’s got a fluorescent stick in his hand and a hood on his head.

I can’t breathe in my heart.

The mood did not last long, as the concert began soon, and the Qin Pastor appeared under the spotlight in the screams.

The man on the stage does have a different charm, not to mention his beautiful face.

Turn around, raise your hand, and every move causes fans to scream, and I just look down, and I don’t fit in.

He didn’t understand my attitude, but he tried to speak to me several times, until Qinjiang came to us with his microphone and interacted with his fans, and he suddenly turned back and looked at me.

I know. South of the river recognized him.

The eyes of Qin Sheng also ran over my face, and the smile was turned for a moment, and if nothing happened, he put his hand out of his hand and the hand of the girl next to me. He was close to me, and I saw him chewing on a fingerless finger.

Same as then.

The smile in the south of the river hangs on its face and does not seem to know what to look like.

I held his hand to reassure him: “It’s over. I’m sorry.

Me and Qin Sheng too.

We were all distracted at the next concert until the security guard came to warn us it was over.

I walked in the parking lot with no words to the south of the river, and there were many people around, three or two of them watching the camera or the surroundings, apparently not coming out of the concert.

Miss Cheng, wait! Someone’s calling me back.

I turned around, wrinkled and dared to send someone to stop me.

The staff member obviously also knew that he could not be seen, that he had a huge mask on his face, that he couldn’t wrap his face up, and he handed me one of his own: “Put it on. I’m sorry.

Then I looked south of the river and raised a thumb at me: “The sister had a vision and brought a smoke bomb, so if they get caught, they’ll say you’re the two of them!” I’m sorry.

I almost laughed, and it’s good to be south of the river. If I hear this, I can’t go home and drink a box of soy milk.

I asked him to wear a mask to the south of the river and followed him to the back of the hall.

The staff stopped south of the river, suggesting that I should go forward.

South of the river is still silent, and it’s not until he separates from me that he raises his head: “He changed his name.” I’m sorry.

It’s normal for me to go out and change his name, and he’s not allowed into the entertainment business at Qin’s house.

“I’ll be right back. Take a break. “And We pressed him on a stool next to him, and towards a distance a little light appeared.

The curtain was heavy, and I lifted my hand, and as soon as I touched the black velvet, I was dragged in by a hand across the street.

“You’re here. I’m sorry.

I have been avoiding Qin for many years. But his voice pulled me back to high school.

He held me tight, and buried his head in my hair, and breathed deeply, and laughed: “I chose it.” I’m sorry.

I went out today to wash my hair with a foreign brand of shampoo, and for the first time he gave it to me, said that the smell of white pine was good for me and I myself liked it, so it was used until now.

I patted him in the neck and touched a prominent neck bone: “Why is he so thin? I’m sorry.

“You used to love it. * He held my waist and said *

I wonder, when we were sitting on the lawn after basketball and having drinks, I was particularly fond of touching the bone behind his neck, and I thought that man’s skeletal display was sexy.

After five minutes, the Qin Pastor has not let go of my signs, and I cannot help it: “You came to me to stand here and smell shampoo? I’m sorry.

He reluctantly let me go and took me to the center of the stage: “You see how the concert is today. I’m sorry.

I said, “Good.” I’m sorry.

“My dad has to admit now that I’m doing well. * He’s looking at a crowd of people, with light in his eyes *

I laughed, remembering that year when he was called Qin Ra, he was right in the middle of a parent conference on the theme “I have a dream.” I’ll be a star in the future, and the whole class, including the headmaster, thinks he can. Only his father’s face in his parents’ seat is red, so when the parents end, they yell at him, “What are you going to do when you sing our company? I’m sorry.

After all, you have to go back and inherit hundreds of millions. I’m sorry.

And the Qin Sheik also wooed at me and pushed me back a few steps on the shelf: “I am not a child anymore.” I’m sorry.

I took him up and down, “I can see that. I’m sorry.

He bites down his lips, shows a smug smile, opens his hand in front of my eyes: “Don’t play dumb with me for a while.” I’m sorry.

I was unconscious about his no-name finger.

There’s a shallow circle of marks left over from the stripes.

He had a circle on his finger.

When we were one year old together, I was 16 years old, and he was 17 years old. He was a proud son of God who felt he could overcome everything.

I was angry with Qin and I that day, saying that I’d come home with my little white face and never let him show his face.

I said, how can you be so careful?

He was also angry: “No, you have to give me a false sign today, the kind I have alone, to prove that I’m your only officially certified boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

I was speechless, but I couldn’t resist his sudden euphemism, and I pecked at him with his hands.

Kissing a mole on his unnamed finger.

His face is red, and he stammers like a bottle of fake wine: Qing Qianqing, we are not yet adults, do not mess around. I’m sorry.

I look in the eye and you think I’m so romantic? “It’s a ring, you don’t understand the tone.” I’m sorry.

Qin Shih also sat up from the ceiling, holding his hand as if he had never seen him before, and laughed at me for half a day, standing up and kneeling on one knee and holding my hand in the right direction: “You must be responsible to me, Comrade Cheng, for the heavens and the earth.” I’m sorry.

It was a nice day. There was a breeze on the roof.

His eyes were covered with a burning cloud, as if it were burning.

And I became scalding with the hand which he touched, and suddenly I felt that I was performing a solemn ritual with him for a long time, and that my eyes were about to shed tears, so I said, “You, my dear Qin, will be the man of the deer.” I’m sorry.

“Wait till I marry you. I’m sorry.

Time has gone back and forth, and he is still a young man like fire, who came to me with unquestioned love, and bowed before me as a pious man.

There was a ring on the extended palm.

“I didn’t feel bad when I washed my tattoos, because I knew that one day I would wear you a real ring. I’m sorry.

In that year…

The year my family made a big difference.

A lot of people at school don’t know, but the Qin family knows.

Qinjiang came to me with his arms and his arms.

“I told my dad, he…”

He seemed desperate, and I wasn’t surprised.

Even if we were in love, it would be a very small relationship for the entire family of the Qin, and it would not be possible to use it to protect me.

And I let the Qin shepherd sit with me for one night, and whisper, while the sky is low, “Let us break up.” I’m sorry.

And he looked upon me with no confidence: “Do not rush, I will find a way.” I’m sorry.

What can he do? On that day, my father died, and I, after midnight, was 17.

He’s on my same birthday, 18.

What can we do?

Eighteen-year-olds have experienced too few setbacks, except that they have been sent directly to their parents by the head of the class, or are struggling with university studies.

The whole family’s burden is too heavy.

Me and the Qin Sheik looked at him, and he fell down, and he gnawed his teeth on my shoulder, and said, “I disagree.” I’m sorry.

“I changed my volunteering behind my dad’s back. You wait for me. I’m sorry.

His voice was getting lower and he was finally down and he couldn’t speak.

As we all know, I can’t wait, I can’t wait.

In the end, he put cash on me: “I’ve saved money from childhood and I’ve spent money on songs. Go to college first.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll try, even if I send a flyer.”

We interrupted him: “Are you stupid? The leaflets are cheap labor. I’m sorry.

His eyes were red, and he laughed at my forehead: “It’s still my little cleverness.” I’m sorry.

The young man’s voice was shaking, and the last word was filled with tears.

The young man who came to my house in the middle of the night to give me a happy birthday, the young man who taught me basketball, the young man whose face was so blue that I was beaten up by little gangsters and who laughed at me, the young man who was beaten up by his father and said that the boy had tears except when he married Qianqing on that day, and had fallen before me.

Under fate, we are so small.

Comrade Cheng, it’s a matter of words. I’m sorry.

The Qin Sheng also held my hand and put the ring on my no-named finger, gently next kiss.

I drew back my hand, surprised by what I had just said, “I’m married, don’t you know?” I’m sorry.

The Qin Shih also pressed his face on the shelf behind me with his bare hands: “Why did you marry him as he did to you? I’m sorry.

I know he can’t figure it out, and he’s too lazy to figure it out, and he’s swinging his hand over the subject, and he’s holding up the smile on the board: “Well, leave him a memorial.” I’m sorry.

It’s just a bite on my earlid, not too heavy, but it should leave a print.

His delicate and gentle kisses followed the nostrils of his forehead until he put my lips on them, so I avoided them, and today I have made an exception and should not have given them.

And he didn’t care, and he put me in my arms with his long arms: “I have been able to protect you from the climax.” I’m sorry.

And We broke up with him: “I don’t need it; I don’t need it now. I’m sorry.

Since I broke up with him when I was 17, when I turned him down, we can’t go back.

I pushed him away.

The Qin Shih also had a pain in his eye, apparently hurt by my words, and I stopped looking at him and turned away.

He did not come after him, except for the young, whose voice followed him, and the words were clear in our ears: “You cannot escape.” I’m sorry.

VII

I stood up in front of the curtain, and I recovered my emotions, rubbing my mouth on my back and covering my lipstick in half.

South of the river was sitting there, with 10 fingers crossing over the forehead, and elbows on my legs, and I came out and stood up, and then my eyes fell on my mouth.

I looked at him, and his pupils were shaking and his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied.

Oh, I did bully him.

But he opened his mouth and said nothing but take off his coat and put it on me and turn around.

I walked out with him slowly until he waved on the side of the road to hitch his wrist: “What? I’m sorry.

He’s going too far.

The gentler pets will have temperament, but I will not be used to him, going around him and pulling his neck, forcing him to bow down: “You will have half a minute, and I will go to Iizawa without coming.” I’m sorry.

I turned around and he grabbed me from behind.

“Don’t go. I’m sorry.

He’s got a dumb voice and an unexpectedly sexy nose.

“Chou Deer Qing … you are the star of my life. I’m sorry.

“Good girl, I’ll give you sugar. * I’m hugging him back, the road cars come and go, and the cross-lights are collating our shadows. *

The world seems to be noisy, but I can still feel my heart beating, and for a second, it is a normal rate.

I was forced to drive south of the river.

In the parking lot, a Ferrari passed by us, half-opened windows flashed the eyes of the Qin Pastor and two men looked in the eye in the second.

Qinjie’s eyes were also filled with lions who had been invaded.

The south of the river is holding my hand tight, but one step forward is blocking me, with a gentle and firm pledge of sovereignty.

And I smiled at the Qin Sheik’s rear-view mirror, and my back-hand sewped his finger to the south of the river, and tied it to his ten fingers.

The road back was south of the river. I asked him if you could drive. He said he couldn’t joke about my safety.

That being said, the sound of Mada’s voice revealed his heart on an empty road.

I turned to him, and he was actually a little bit different this year, and he couldn’t say anything, but the lower horn seemed to be clearer, and the contours were very hard when he bit his teeth, and his hand holding the steering wheel was so hard that it was so good for me.

I like sharp men.

South of the river took me back to my apartment.

As I had not anticipated, he was not in a hurry, until I came out of the towel for half a day, and looked at me and went into the bathroom, and then it sounded like a flower, but there was no fog on the glass door, perhaps cold water.

I thought about it and went to his study.

When we were together, the gentleness south of the river always made me want to challenge his bottom line.

His feelings for me were too careful to hold hands for six months, or did I touch him when I was watching a movie? He was sweaty when he was on the screen, and he whispered to me that the cinema was too hot.

I like to make him do things he wouldn’t have done.

For example, kissing in the middle of the morning in the open street, and pulling the car to the side of a crowded road and putting his hand in his clothes until he was naked.

South of the river has been a passive party.

I didn’t really have much patience, and I took him home after a few out-of-house paper towels.

“The hot water here, bathe this. I leaned on the glass door, and I said, “No problem, sister can wash with you if you can’t. I’m sorry.

And when he entered the door, he made it clear to me that it was falling apart and pushed me out, “I can.” I’m sorry.

I was wearing a towel, and when he pushed me, he hit me on the back, and he was blushing again. I looked at the cutter’s heart in the bathhouse and said it’s not working.

After taking a bath south of the river, he wore a nightgown and sat by his bed like a little daughter-in-law.

I think it’s funny to hook him up with his chin.

I have a real silk-laced skirt, and it is not inclined, and as soon as he leans, his eyes are right in front of me, and he removes his eyes.

“Come here. I’m sorry.

I took him out, he didn’t know, and he was stupid enough to take me to the study.

I love reading. There’s a huge desk in the library.

The desk, besides reading, is actually of some use.

I led him to the table, and I sat on the table and started.

In the south of the river, I couldn’t react, and I touched his abs. The library is a public place, and sister can’t do it. I’m sorry.

“In, here…”

His ears were red, like the blood of a pigeon under a warm light in the study, and I could not help but bite him: “Behave.” I’m sorry.

He reached out to me, and there was no next move.

I put his face on his mouth and I said, “Do you want to?”

He doesn’t answer, he’s got more muscle.

“Want to call my sister. I said:

He only called out to my sister once, when I was drunk, and then, no matter how much I talked to him, seemed to mind being younger than me.

But I’ve always had a backbone, and I’ve always made him do things he doesn’t like.

I’m moving.

He’s almost to the limit. Look at me red.

“Call your sister. * I leaned over and let him touch me *

“…”

He came to kiss me at the corner of the river, and looked at me with the eyes of the pleading for forgiveness.

I didn’t move, “Call my sister.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

In the end, south of the river called out to my sister by my coercion.

Visible people’s bottom lines are used to break.

The first time and the second.

And that night he cried out in red with his eyes upon my sister, a few times as though he had fallen like a pure white god who had been dragged into hell by a white devil.

I don’t know.

My thoughts were interrupted by a kiss south of the river.

He will turn his hands over my eyes and kiss my cheek.

South?

“Sister…” He softly touched the china, “Sister.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little itchy, twisting my back to hide from him and being stuck between the inches.

And I lay down on the couches, and the towels were scattered, and the kisses south of the river fell softly, and spread from their ears to their hearts.

And I heard him say: Sister, do you have any heart? I’m sorry.

There’s no heart.

No wonder you’re covering my eyes.

He couldn’t even ask me that. It seemed like he was asking me, but it was his own heart.

He’s scared.

He said he’d make me fall in love with him, but he quit.

Because there are so many men around me, yesterday Izawa, what is it today, and tomorrow a Qin herd will appear, and every one will make him weak.

A lot of people fall in love with themselves, and the fact that they love themselves almost kills people, and I’d like to talk to him.

But today I’m a little tired.

I’m not talking to you in the south of the river. I can’t even breathe.

I held his hand around his neck and pulled him back and kissed him on the lips, “I’m right here. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

I repeat: I am here. I’m sorry.

He’s lost in his eyes, but I don’t want him to have any more time to think, turn around and crush him and kiss his throat.

“Come to my company, stay with me. I’m sorry.

VIII

I didn’t come back from my company to the south of the river, and he’s got a good professional grade, and he’s not expected to take up his post.

We had less time together after work, and he was too busy as a newcomer to come to my office to fear that we were thought to be that kind of relationship — although we were.

Cheng, someone gave you a present. I’m sorry.

My assistant brought me a box with a card on it and said, “See you later.”

“How romantic! I’m about to meet and give you something. “Who is this?” I’m sorry.

I’ve been thinking about a man’s face and then my head shakes. It’s not him. He’s been abroad for years.

I opened the box and took a bottle of perfume from it.

Silver springs.

It’s a perfume brand that we’re promoting recently, with a tone, white pine.

I asked, “What’s going on with their company?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, yeah,” the little assistant put it in his head, “Chang, this is going so well, I thought I’d have to go saw a few more times, and I didn’t think they would have made a deal with our company. Says there’s an advocate. We’re going to make an ad. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih said I couldn’t escape.

If you want to cooperate, how can my boss hide from him?

By the way, Xiao Cai just told me why he wanted to come

I wonder why he suddenly came to me and the door to the office was pushed.

Qin Sheng also dressed as if he had just come to school, as if he had come to visit me many times before and walked in the door, put his hand on my chair and rubbed my head over my head: “It’s a good hair. I’m sorry.

I filmed him: “It’s good that you’re messing with it. I’m sorry.

My assistant’s eyes were so high that I remembered that she was Qin’s zealous Qin, and I helped her and waved at her in her sad eyes, “You know Qin and you don’t tell me too much.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t let anyone in? “The assistant just opened the door and another voice came from outside.

How can you move forward with your cold face, and see the Qin shepherd by my side, with his eyes dazzling, and take him straight into the air, and reach out to me with your hand: “The deer is at noon, let’s eat together.” I’m sorry.

I’m sure he’ll be here soon after he hears that Qinji is going to cooperate with me.

Qin Shih also blocked his hand: “Do you understand? I’m sorry.

“It should be me if you want to come first. “I turn around and I feel like I’m going to blow my head, and I forgot to have lunch south of the river today.

South of the river was holding two lunches, leaning on the door, behind him was a desperate little assistant: “Teng I am…”

Well, it’s okay, I understand you, you can’t stop one.

“Sister, there’s a lot of people here. I only made two lunches. “Why do I have to remind you to drink water?” I’m sorry.

I’m:

It’s over. Even south of the river is not gonna let me go.

A gentle knife, a knife is killing people.

And Qin Sheng looked south of the river and said to him, “What use can you use if you need someone to take care of the journey?” I’m sorry.

“It’s better than someone who can’t do anything to help. I’m sorry.

The Qin Sheng has also jumped in the eye and smiled, “Did you help?” Do you think I don’t know what you were hiding when you thought you were gonna marry her? I’m sorry.

Well, it’s starting to piss each other off.

“However, she is now a fait accompli. “Why are you playing with your tie, Deer? I like the collar you bought me. I’m sorry.

“She’s not available. “Sister, it’s time to eat. I’m sorry.

“Chou, we need to talk about advertising. Qin Sheng also held my shoulder, “Go to me.” I’m sorry.

“Get a cameraman for the ad.” “I’m always going to Tae Ging with Cheng. I’m sorry.

“When Cheng was in high school, he liked to take pictures. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that Cheng didn’t even look at you. How would you know her preferences? I’m sorry.

“There are limits to man’s patience.” I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you think about the thickness of a man’s face when you didn’t have a face? I’m sorry.

And I made a hard sound in the stitch: “What, I…”

“You shut up. “The men speak with one voice.

I’m:

Well, I have no choice today.

I wonder if I’ll get a chance to say the classic line: “Stop fighting! I’m sorry.

The three of them stood beside me in one corner, and for a while they turned the fire towards me, “Where do you want to go?” I’m sorry.

I’ve looked at them, and I’ve looked at them, and I’ve noticed that they’re looking at them at the moment with a sense of “I’ll die if you choose the other two.”

Naughty. What choice do adults make?

I took out my phone and tried to call Izzy and let the three of them go by themselves.

The phone hasn’t been assigned yet. I saw a phone number that hasn’t been seen for a long time.

Welcome.

I put my phone in my mouth and stood up and said, “Excuse me, I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m sorry.

Nine.

I took my headphones out of the office and closed the three lines of view behind me behind the door before pressing.

“…”

“Do you have time now?” without a chill or an explanation, the voice of the greeting sounds a little dumb on the phone.

I nodded my head and then remembered he couldn’t see, “Yes, I came for you. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I bought an iced Sydney downstairs and I drove to Greeting home.

He Xian and I met, always at his house, closed the doors and windows and closed the curtains.

Such space would be depressing, but it would also give people a sense of security.

Especially for someone who’s at the end of the road, a closed house can make people more comfortable, like me nine years ago.

His house was in the old villa, and I used to come here when I was a kid, because my dad was close to the house, and I come here every year to celebrate, and I’ll see him in the year.

He always stood by Master Ho and smiled politely.

But then they moved.

After the family incident, there was no influence on the family, and he sold the house because he thought it was a bad place.

After several turns, the house fell into the hands of a greeting.

The door was open, and I knocked and went straight to the second floor.

On the second floor there was a huge concourse, surrounded by a full array of bookshelves, many of which had been put up after greeting had moved in, and which had accompanied me through countless insomnia nights.

A low-sax solo in the phonograph, an old crystal light that cannot completely light the hall, warm the yellow light, softly dazzle the man sitting on the carpet with a soft filter.

He was wearing a black sweater, like a black cat sleeping on a white fur carpet.

He heard my footsteps and smiled at me.

His eyebrows are so deep that he usually looks a little heavy that he can only look at his books with a relaxed look.

“When did you get back? “I’ll give him the ice cream.

He stung a spoon: Yesterday. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re busy. He poured sugar on Sydney from the bottom of the bowl, “The time spent on me was wasted with so many people around Miss Cheng.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t care what he said, and I asked him, “Did you do the work with my company? I’m sorry.

He’s been eating Sydney and rubbing his mouth with a tissue, and it’s slow to say, “A little bit of progress, and it was his intention, and I’ve been working with the Qin family lately, and I’ll take it as a favor. I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to drag him in. I’m sorry.

He reached out to me, and I looked at him, and he looked at me softly, and after a few seconds I put my hand in his hand. And while I was sitting by him, he held firm in his power, which was his habit.

He Xian took me to sit down and organized my hair for me: “How can he do something? I’m sorry.

Isn’t it enough that you’ve given Master Ho his life to me? And he knew that what he decided could not be changed, so he changed the subject: “Have you eaten? I’m a little hungry. I’m sorry.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you. I’m sorry.

“Damn noodles. I’m sorry.

The first time I saw you, he made me a bowl of noodles.

Nine years ago, on my seventeenth birthday, the hospital heard about my father’s death.

He went into ICU, but he couldn’t hold up for two days without giving me time to react.

The family members of Cheng’s family are quarreling, and the company’s shareholders can’t, and no one can think of the fact that I just lost my father, that I was mocked, or that I was stupefied, and that anyone wanted to take advantage of it.

I don’t really know much about the company, but when the family was in the stock, many people put their minds on it, and then they started to run it. He was my father’s son-in-law, who had been tied up with me for a long time, and it was natural for people to help the family.

But there’s no free lunch in the world and it’s not a good option for the family to help.

The director of the company made a phone call to Ho Hsu, and a third time someone answered.

On the other side of the phone, he asked, “Why didn’t Cretin come to see me after all this happened? I’m sorry.

My father died and the company was in a mess, and he asked me why I didn’t see him.

He’s waiting for me to see him, but he won’t bring it up himself.

He always likes these bends, and the family wants to marry him, so he sends me a lot of gifts every year to meet me in the sky on my birthday, politely, by the rules, and in every move that my father wants, as far as I like him, which is not in his mind.

My first year with Qin Sheng, I wanted to have a birthday with him, but my dad said he wanted to come to the house, and I was upset, and I had no face, and my dad was staring at me.

He smiled and said to my father, “The deer is still young, he’s not in the community, he’s got a temper, and the roses are all pricked. I’m sorry.

When he looked at me, he was tolerant and indifferent.

I am a rose raised in a greenhouse, unable to weather the wind and rain, and forced to surrender to his protection as soon as it bends over.

He thinks so.

Mr. Ho called me that day, and said that I could come to Ho’s house and discuss the transfer of shares, and finally mention what he wanted: “Bring me a bottle of soy milk, he likes to drink this.” I’m sorry.

He’s saying he’s old, no matter what, he’s gonna have to think about it.

But all he says is a good thing for me, for me, for me, for me, and for you, for you, and for you, for me, for you.

Master Ho wants me to be a good canary, hand over everything from the family, and then put it in the counter of the house.

Businessmen have a lot of profits, everything can be calculated. It’s a lesson that Mr. Ho has made in a difficult time.

But I didn’t go where.

What is it that the desire for me came from a decade of me as a day of coldness, and that he had many women, who sought colour or wealth; it was only I, who had never seen him, nor asked him for anything.

He had extraordinary patience with me.

But the man he sought did not exist, he wanted the woman to be proud and to submit, and he was born with the desire to conquer and abandoned the woman who touched him.

If I hadn’t insisted, it would have been just a visit.

After my father cremated, the impatient people dispersed and left me sitting alone on the steps next to the funeral home.

I held his urn, sat from midday to leaning westward, lit a fire in the sky, and the off-duty staff lamented: “Tomorrow should be a good day.” I’m sorry.

And in that moment, what I thought was, in my writings, that it was a comparison, and it was the opposite of the weather, to match the feelings of the master.

I ask myself in the words of the language teacher, what is the mind of the master? It was her father’s last words before his death: “with Jiangsu.”

What the fuck is this? Fuck you old man, you’re gonna bury my mother with you.

I was so hot in the sunset that my face stinged when my tears evaporated, I wanted to stand up, my legs were numb, I struggled for half a day to give up my resistance, and I threw myself out of the way, and so on.

At this point, someone blocked the light, and a black coat was in front of me: “The Qingqing of the Deer.” I’m sorry.

I looked up, and in the light I couldn’t see his face, and the red sunset sculpted him, and he had a nice chin.

I opened my mouth and wondered why I asked, “Do you have a cigarette?” I’m sorry.

He gave me a cigarette out of his pocket and lit me in the wind.

I took a sip of smoke and I could barely bite.

He smiled softly, and he sat on the steps next to me, “Slowly.” I’m sorry.

And I coughed, and I took a sip, and then I spitd out, and suddenly it was not so hard.

“Good. There’s potential for smokers. He said something nice.

I turned to him, and the man had a 3D face, a high eyebrow, a deep eyebrow, and a nice, but not rough nose, which seemed a bit handsome, and a sculpture of a 3D eyebrow.

His chin was stylish, but it did not affect his overall appearance, but rather was very manly.

The moment I saw his face, I knew who he was.

He may look like his mother, but he was a young man when he was young. His eldest son was said to be very much like him.

The man saw me looking at his face and smiled and introduced himself: “I am a greeting.” I’m sorry.

He changed his mother’s surname, and his mother was a strong woman who was divorced and had a life and a back, and my mother… she became completely dispossessed of herself, became insinuated in the past and could not accept my father’s inability to change the status quo, but became self-pity and finally left with hatred.

It’s funny that after three months, my dad brought me home with him, who looked soft and weak and actually had a big idea, turned his dad’s head upside down and put a bunch of people in the company, and got into trouble and got money to run away, and my dad went after her, otherwise there wouldn’t be a car accident. Jiangro died instantly, my father… and went with her after a few days.

I looked down and held my emotions down, and I looked at the greeting, and it took a few minutes or just a few seconds, and he laughed.

He took a bag of wet towels out of his jacket pocket, and one to me. I’m sorry.

I stood up and walked down the stairs: “Go me to the beach.” I’m sorry.

He did not ask me what I had to do, drove me to the coastal road and left the roofs in good manner so that the sea wind could dry my tears in time.

I spilled all the ashes into the sea.

Along with the past.

From that moment on, Ching was alone.

“I’m hungry. I’m sorry.

I say to the greeting.

He took me back to my place of temporary residence and rolled up his sleeves and started cutting off onions: “Do you want some noodles?” I’m sorry.

He is a very contradictory man who, in retaliation for his own father ‘ s incompetence, wastes his time with me as an indefensible bastard.

It’s hard to imagine a man who cooks himself, who cooks his face with smoke and smoke, who decorates the sharpness of his post-opportunity eyes, who sees me looking at him, who puts a glass of water on his computer, rubs my hair, “It’s all at cost, you’ll understand.” I’m sorry.

With the help of a greeting, the family has finally survived, and, although it has hurt a bit, it has not been wiped out.

Qianqing, you’re too weak. After holding the company for me.

Dealing with the greeting is actually easy because we are all very purposeful, straight and willing to work towards it.

He’s been tough on me, he’s hired a teacher to help me with my homework, and he’s taken me directly to the firm and taught me everything.

He’ll put my problems in the plainest of words, I’ll change the documents for two overnights, and I’ll be careful to see my pharmacology and send me the old books.

He taught me to do things for others, taught me to dance with my sleeves and taught me to hide my emotions, and every time I couldn’t survive, he took me to look at the stars by the sea.

We’ll take off our shoes and step on the beach, feel the sea’s rise and fall, hear the wind over the seagull wings.

Then he bought Ho’s house, and I added a lot of books to the bookshelve, and we rarely went out to see the stars.

The sky of nature washeth the heart, and the sea of books gives the power of silence.

The company’s busy, we’ll be reading in the circle, I’ve got coffee, he’s got white water, he’s got a book, he’s got no words.

It took him five years to turn me into someone like him.

We lock ourselves in with reason, and hide our emotions in it, fine and indifferent.

And then I married Ho.

I’m not married to you.

Master Ho is pleased with me.

The greeting was also satisfactory.

He barely contacted me again, and his business went abroad, talking to me on the phone once in a while, and talking about a new exhibition or an old record. Unless I ask him, he won’t manage my company easily.

Last year he told me his mother died.

I knew I was about to see him.

The greeting will be directed to me, and the arm will naturally be on the couch behind me, and I will turn around and see him.

The years did not leave a mark on him, but only the fall of time. A man as steady and self-sufficient as he was, in fact, very fond of young girls.

In the years that I was with him, many of the hymns fell on him, and he never stayed home with a woman for the night, but on one occasion a girl who had spent two months with me came to me and asked me what ecstasy soup I had to offer to live in his house.

I called greeting, and he didn’t even come in person and sent two bodyguards to take the girl away.

The other night, he brought back a record and asked me, “Do you dance?” I’m sorry.

He had a strong ceremonial sense of dancing and changed his suit.

I’ve been to a lot of meetings, and he bought me a whole closet dress, and I picked out a black back skirt and swayed.

When I saw his eyes darkened, I made an invitation gesture, held me in one hand and carried my waist.

It was a quiet song, and we went in and out of the circle, and I was wearing heels, and I could just put my chin on his shoulder.

We were silent until the end of the dance, and I looked up at him, and the nostrils were only one finger away from him, and I could breathe around each other.

It has been said that men and women look at each other for more than a minute and are vulnerable.

Her eyes were as warm as ink, but sometimes with compassion, and when he looked at a person, it was easy for the other to think of a person in a disgraceful way, but I had the guts to look at him, and I had to wait for his reaction.

“Chou Deer Clear. I’m sorry.

He rarely smiles, but when he looks at me, he’s used to holding his mouth up and making fun of his eyes.

Then he broke the distance of the finger, and raised his chin, and his cold lips remained on my forehead for a second.

If it hadn’t been for his stings, I would have thought it was just a wind leaking out of the window.

I’ll wash the dishes in the kitchen and go back to greeting.

The peace is rare.

So we sat still until a bird sounded out of the window, and he rose up and pulled the curtains, until dusk, leaned in through the down window, and he took a black tape from the bookcase and put it on the phonograph.

The prelude is Careless Whisper.

Turning around, reaching out to me, giving a little bow: “Dance? I’m sorry.

I’ll still have my chin on my shoulders.

In the retreat, he seized my neck with peace, “as usual. I’m sorry.

I held his hand to respond.

Same? Different.

I’m just used to being weak in front of him and to seeing his eyes always with dependency.

“There’s a big financial hole in your joint company. He says:

He’s always been the most concerned about the dynamics.

I nodded, “I know. I’m sorry.

He smiled, “He wants you to get down, but I like you more. I’m sorry.

“He won’t do it. I’m sorry.

“What are you gonna do with it? I’m sorry.

I close my eyes, young elk-like eyes flash.

“It was a long time ago. I’m sorry.

Ten.

I like to go to school with myself.

We have a common mentor. My heart beats when I see him in his office.

The coach smiled on his shoulder and said, “This is your brother, Izzy.

He smiled at me and showed his teeth: “Hey, my name’s south of the river. I’m sorry.

South of the river.

I didn’t know I liked men before I met him.

I feel like I’m in a panic, but I’m getting deeper and deeper in my life and I can’t help myself.

I’ve been watching him all year.

He was a very gentle man, with many girls who liked him, and unlike the way I directly ignored it, he was always patiently standing there listening to what had been said and apologized to the other party.

Sometimes I wonder, if I’d told him, would he have looked at me with that tender, sorry look and said, “I’m sorry”?

But the only thing to think about is that it scares him. After all, I’ve got a complex relationship with him, I’ve been acting in my life, and even my mentor has asked me if he’s offended me, why I never looked good to him.

I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s absolutely the world’s greatest failure to love someone who I hate.

It doesn’t matter if I hate him. I didn’t expect anything from him or me. It’s worse if I don’t get close enough to see him in class.

He had never had a girlfriend, and I tried to explore his course with a sense of taste, and the news came to him that he had a man who had been in love for a long time, but could not find it.

I thought that situation would continue, but on one of the next semesters, the south of the river turned down the group.

They say he’s been running to a milk and tea shop lately.

I was curious what he wanted to do and took the part-time job at the store and found out he was looking for someone.

He sat at the store all day, looking straight at the school door, and I watched other classmates in the group and gossiped, and he met the goddess in high school.

My heart shrunk at that moment, and I knew that I had not spilled it as I imagined, and that looking at him was a lie to myself, and I did not want him to be with anyone else.

I think the way to find people in the south of the river is stupid, with a faster mouth than a brain, a “irregular business” coming out, and fortunately he didn’t care, probably because he wasn’t here.

What I didn’t realize was that the South was waiting.

After that, I often saw south of the river walking with a woman at school.

I had a hunch that the woman was so unbelievably followed by a ghost that I found out she was a married woman.

Qianqing, how can a man like her change faster than a dress?

But I have no position to persuade him to leave.

I used an extreme method: to find Qingqing.

She accepted me as natural as a lipstick.

Jiangnan was in a particularly good mood when he told his roommate that he was coming back later today.

I called Qing and said she was in the neighborhood and could take me.

My goal was achieved, but I was surprised at her attitude to the south of the river.

He likes her, but she doesn’t care.

I was afraid to look at him when he got in the south of the river, and it was no doubt despicable to let him know the truth in that way, but I was still unable to face his lost face.

However, I overestimated Qingqing’s skin thickness and underestimated the South of the River’s affection for her.

He can’t stand it.

She was married after all.

I had to do more to hurt him.

I’m sure they’ll call Qing when they’re with him, and I’ll make a mockery of him and Qing Qing, and she’ll come to me every time she sees him, and I’m sure he won’t last.

It’s the best way to end this feeling.

But I was frightened by the desire for Qingqing in the south of the river, and he even entered her company.

During this period, the deer fell short of me, and on one occasion I deliberately left it at her house to pick it up, and met her husband.

In the beginning, he was derelict and was communicating with people with bluetooth headphones, and I stood at the corner away from him and heard him say, “…south of the river…”

It was then a year of work south of the river, and it was reported that the movement was rapid. I don’t know how anyone could have put up with their wife and her lover at the same company.

I don’t think it’s too late. Sometimes the building will turn, just for a moment.

When news came out that we had worked with a group of students in the south of the River for embezzling corporate property, they said they didn’t believe he would do it.

I don’t believe it either. How is that possible? He’s south of the river.

I thought of him when he mentioned his name on the phone.

It’s too easy for him to play tricks on the south.

I got a bloodbath in my head, put a Swiss military knife in my sleeve and left.

Eleven.

For a long time, I didn’t know what I wanted.

I was as dead as I was 17 years old, and the rest was just a leather bag called Ching.

I used to think I had a favorite boyfriend, but my dad had other ideas about my marriage.

Then I found out that the trouble could have been that the mother had brought back a woman from outside before it was cold.

The woman was gentle and looked at me softly to choke out water.

She was elegant and whispered. My father told me on the first day, “Don’t bully Aunt Jiang. I’m sorry.

I bullied her? Huh.

I don’t care.

But fate sometimes is amazing.

I know that Jiangro has a son, and that she and my father are responsible for a large part of this son, who had a serious illness and had no money to cure it.

But Jiang was tight enough not to let her son appear before me. Unfortunately, my father, the straight man, couldn’t understand her mind and took the child to my school.

The best high school in the city.

I didn’t know about this either, but it’s so much like the South and Jiangrou.

What a pity!

It was a rainy day, when I saw a bumpy figure in the boys’ dorm, and I thought he was on his way without an umbrella, and he stopped looking at me, and I covered my eyes, and I laughed, and I said, “Kids, lost? Should I call your mother? I’m sorry.

South of River likes me. I knew it.

Ever since I was a kid, like my little boy who could form a football team, his eyes couldn’t hide.

I’m always able to meet him for no reason, and I can feel his eyes on me when I’m out, but I don’t care.

The kid’s favorite thing. Jiangrou’s going to bring him to me one day, and he’ll have an interesting reaction.

I just didn’t wait that day.

One day I went to the school to pick up the delivery, and as soon as I turned, I saw the south end of the river at the school door, and the security guard was beating 120 in the face. I figured I’d wait for the ambulance to slow down and take him to the hospital.

I thought I’d wait for him to wake up and give my dad a pill, but I got a call from another hospital when the doctor gave him a first aid.

“Are you Ching’s daughter? Your father was in an accident. I’m sorry.

My father died only a few days ago, but that time was like a nightmare that couldn’t wake up, with countless malices coming, and it would not have happened again had it not been for the greeting.

But like he said, everything has a price.

He helped me because he was going to take me for a knife and bring down the family.

I have no right to refuse.

We’ll play our own game when we get married, but he’s always got his attitude towards me. Three years later, he lost patience with me.

He wanted me, he wanted to tie me up with my kids, and he chose to dig a hole for me when everything went wrong.

The pit is not small, but it is to the extent that I can pass it by begging him.

He wanted too much to look at the disfigured beauty of a beauty when she was desperate.

And I met south of the river again.

I decided the place of the pot when I saw him.

South of the river is really too simple. I approached him and seduced him. He liked me. He couldn’t stand me.

I like to bully him in every sense.

When I pushed his eyes into the red, I made him sad, and I asked him in my heart, “Do you think that Jiang, your son, who you have tried so hard to protect, and who has never seen any evil in the world, is now begging for my heart under me?”

Sometimes I feel like I’m acting like a psycho.

I told him that he did not know what love was, and that Ming knew that he would be sad, but I had to fuck another man and let him see him, and that I would go to Izawa after seeing him and make him lose sight of me, and every time he doubted life, I would tell him that I could not bring him back without him from the edge of his loss.

Give me another sweet palm. I’ll do it.

He can’t believe it. He became ill and ill and could not escape.

When I took him to the concert, he laughed at me with his hood on his head, and at one point my heart shook, and I told myself that he was innocent.

But another voice in the heart immediately rebukes: is he not innocent? Isn’t your angry mother innocent? Do you deserve that?

He’s dead, and you’re going to pay him regularly according to the will to protect his young heart from his mother’s real death?

Why should he be pure as a spring, and why should you struggle to pay for his mother’s mistakes in the mud and blood?

The south of the river is like a crystal ball, beautiful and fragile, which makes people want to be taken care of, and makes them want to crush him into the dust, so that he can be crushed and destroyed.

I hate Jiang Lo, and I yelled at her in countless dreams, saying she ruined my life.

But the boy’s eyes were so clean that the only thing he had in his life was that he wanted to get away from me, and he was so clean as to have nothing to do with my terrible life.

This pure man… of course, can’t leave him alone.

Hell or something, let’s go down.

South of the river is getting harder and harder to let go of me.

One day I had a drink with him and told him I wanted a divorce, and I told him to sign a contract.

He thought I was looking for a scapegoat south of the river, but he did not know that the gift for him was still behind him.

Mr. Ho secretly carried out a paternity test and came out with a direct heart attack into ICU.

In general, he’s the one who made the switchman.

This is a huge scandal, and it is a revenge for the company’s stock to collapse because of Mr. Ho’s admission and the hidden pit behind it.

It is too late for us to use the south of the river as a bait to distract him from truly terrible issues.

“This is what you want to see. I’m sorry.

And I shake my head only as a matter of beseechance and loyalty.

As my guide, greeting gave me too much, and I was absolutely obedient to his decision in this matter.

And Qin Sheik came to me and asked me to divorce him: “I am still the one who will protect you.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to involve him or hide from him for years. The love of youth can be missed for a lifetime but should not be drowned.

Besides, I don’t have the heart to love another person.

I can’t even think about it.

XII

Qianqing gave his family a gift in exchange for life.

“If it hadn’t been for you, the family would have disappeared. It was yours, and now it’s yours. I’m sorry.

“You don’t seem to be growing up. I’m sorry.

“I’m not a copy of you, I can’t do this.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve left a hand behind the kid named Jiang. I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s coming out soon. “But Izze needs a favor from you. He’s looking for Ho and almost stabbed him.” I’m sorry.

“Huh, everyone around you is insane. I’m sorry.

Such madness will never be understood by the moths south of the river, by the ten years of waiting for Qin, by the impulsiveness of Ize, and by the exploitation of Qianjiang’s wealth.

“This is my answer.” I’m sorry.

He’s not without a heart.

“I’m just tired. She doesn’t even want to remember how much the sky seems to be blue, and how much has been buried under the sky.

She wants to leave.

“I’ll end up with you. I’m sorry.

On the big screen on the commercial street, there was a perfume ad taken by the red singer Qin Pastor.

Dark room.

“Bean milk. “It’s not like you’re here to pick up your secretary.”

“Where is she?”

South of Jiang asked the staff who sent him out, “I want to see her. I’m sorry.

Near the corner of the wall, the light of the red falls and the woman in the black windsuit turns around and leaves.

Flights to far away are about to depart.

(concluded text)

Four male masters, parallel time and space.

♪ South of the river ♪

C 3 large 609.

“Liang, Yang says there’s a beautiful woman in the library. * * * On the side of the window in the bed *

“Oh. I’m sorry.

“Let’s go out for a walk, Yang makes me call you.” I’m sorry.

“Go ahead, the professor’s assigned me a mission. “Standing the car back south of the river, the Yang wanted to ask the girl to believe him. He was no good to him and said, “There’s still a safe weekend to leave tonight. I’m sorry.

“Yo, don’t move. “You know why Yang told you to watch? I’m sorry.

“The girl came with a friend, and Yang heard her friend cry out to her – Cheng, Deer, Qing. I’m sorry.

After the sound of the word, Xu Wing felt like he was in front of him, and the next moment, south of the river, he put on his coat and started calling: “How many floors did Yang see in the library?” I’m sorry.

“This is still the south of the river, where no math sister can’t think straight. I’m sorry.

It’s true that south of the river is about to fly, and he wants to be able to flash to the library.

This is the point at which class ends, where there are particularly large numbers of people at school, and the south of the river is particularly visible in the crowd.

A bunch of people are staring at him and watching him run in the direction of the library, almost a blur.

“…is this, like, going to the library? I’m sorry.

The freshman yearning to see the fall south of the river, he said, “What a longing for knowledge! “Our role model!”

It was not until the south of the river that he was able to get his senses back into the library’s door, and he cleaned up his running hair against the library’s glass door, and then walked in deep breath.

Yang’s on the second floor, he’s here, gawking at him from afar.

The south of the river followed his gaze and saw the red in the crowd.

The south side of the river was calm and drew a book from the bookshelve, and then looked at her nose and nose and went to the Qing Deer’s side, where she remained for half a day and was afraid to sit next to her.

When he sat down, his eye was on the book she read, “The Legends of Chui Chan.”

In high school, where most of the discussion was on the Internet, there was a popular show of gold, which attracted a lot of people to read novels, and south of the river, hearing about Cheng Qing and her friends in gym class, ended up saying, “But my favorite is the Dragon.” I’m sorry.

To that end, in two months south of the river, the novels of Dragon were read in half.

He had no special way of asking about Qingqing’s hobby, and the information he had received had been put together over the years, and she liked red, which was the first impression she had of the south of the river.

When he was only a year old south of the river, he came out of his dormitory, and he was blocked by heavy rain.

He hated the feeling of his hair getting wet, so he was sitting on the steps, wondering if he wanted to borrow an umbrella, and someone said, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.

It’s not a question, it’s a yes.

South of the river stopped when she looked back.

The girl in front of him looked up with a pony tail, with dark and bright eyes, a bit dazzling across the curtain, a loose school uniform, a sleeve with a white arm and a red umbrella on her hands, which was a normal umbrella, but was particularly beautiful on her hands.

Red suits her well.

She’s like, “Kids, lost? Should I call your mother? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t do it in Nanton. I was under the umbrella and I said, “Thank you.”

On the way he was looking for the subject, but he came to the school area without a word, and he only had time to thank her, even though she didn’t know who she was.

She’s wearing a school uniform, so she must be a senior.

South of the river went up a few times and finally saw her in the open water. She was laughing at her friend with a red cup.

When she smiles, a little tiger’s teeth come out, and the moment when she bends her eyelids even clears the weather.

South of the river, pretending to be looking at the scenery, moved one step and finally waited for her to get back to work.

Senior class.

His eyes were flying and he didn’t see where she was sitting.

On Friday, he tried to sneak up on the wall’s roster and did it for half a day.

Fortunately, girls like Qingqing can’t be found anywhere.

Soon south of the river saw her again on the basketball court.

“Looks good. He was hit by his elbow at the same table, “Rhee-Qing, senior.” I’m sorry.

And the south of the river noded and lamented at the table: “Well, let’s just see, people are drunk and studying, that’s nothing to do with us handsome men.” I’m sorry.

Everyone laughed at him, and a deer at the basketball court threw the ball in the basket, laughing and the guy next to him punched in the face, and his skin glowed in the sun.

“Beautiful! I’m sorry.

The crowd cheered for Qingqing, and the south of the river suddenly felt thirsty and drank all the water from its hands and threw it into the trash.

It is said that boys with an interest in Qing Dynasty could circle around the playground.

South of the river is just one of them.

If there was no feeling in front of her, there was no name.

But it’s a question of how to get close to a schoolgirl if you show up in front of people.

It took a long time to think about it in the south of the river, and finally found inspiration in the TV show that my cousin saw.

What better way for a student than to learn together?

I’ll teach you how to go to the library. That’s not how Naoki likes the harp.

On the first month of the examination, the south of the river ran to the third floor without even looking at its own results, and saw the name of Cheng Qing at the top of the record.

The students next to the students whispered their words and heard the name of Cheng Qing in the ears south of the river.

Oh, you’re always in the first 10 years.

The first 10 grades are recognized at school conferences, while the first three grades of the final exam are taught poetry together, a tradition in S.

For the first time south of the river, he was lucky to have done well.

Learn, learn to make people happy.

In the south of the river, a few of the Qianqing grades were posted on a note on the inside of the desk, and when you took the textbooks, it worked better than drinking red cattle.

He would have done well, but he was lazy and had different goals in his heart, and it was common to learn to be knocked on by his parents.

In mid-term recognition, the South of Jiang wanted to wear a suit and tie, and repeatedly confirmed to the headmaster that he had to wear a uniform. I’m sorry.

South of the river doesn’t want to make progress, he wants to open a peacock in front of the Qingqian.

He went home to wash his school uniform and even to iron it, so he had to do it without iron.

When the award was presented, the south of the river watched a deer in his second grade, and he was dragged by his teacher, “You’re not on the stage yet.” I’m sorry.

Everyone looks in his direction.

Qianqing also looked back, and the south of the river went straight back, and his mouth started a stiff smile: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, but south of the river feels like Cheng Deer laughed.

After receiving the award, the photo was taken, too many people were photographed, and the teacher who took the photo called for a crowd, and one foot from the south of the river went straight from the top to the top, standing behind the deer and smelling her shampoo.

The book that was in the hands of the deer fell when she got off the stage, and the south of the river was focused on her, and it was quickly recovered.

“Thank you. She said thank you with her head down.

“You’re welcome to serve the people. South of the river almost bit his tongue.

He looked at him and laughed again, “The little comrades are working hard. I’m sorry.

I’m who I am and where I am.

For a long time after the General Assembly, south of the river did not want to face himself, and Cheng Deok-kyu now has two impressions of him, a little friend and a little comrade.

It’s too hard to deal with girls. It’s easier to learn. — Jiang Versailles south.

What is surprising is that the third impression is coming.

S places a strong emphasis on the body of the student, who is assigned to the exercise at the first step of the class, which, though cumbersome, is definitely a period of time expected by the student.

Because when students are concentrated in the playground, everyone can see who they want to see.

The clearest way to gather for a retreat is to have eyes on the back of the man’s head that can be locked through the sea of the layers of the human being, so that he or she is not even tired of running circles.

Physical education classes, which overlap with other sports classes in the south of the river and in the south of the town, are taught by a man and a woman, who are married to each other.

Most of his knowledge of Qingqing comes from gym class.

For example, she likes to drink Pepsi more than she can taste, she plays at once in two lessons a week to read in the dark, she sits in the playground under the third of the left trees with a black line on her hands.

Speaking of basketball, Jiang Nan himself liked to play, but he was embarrassed to go with them. On one occasion, when he was invited by a senior school master to play well, he had the opportunity to play a game with Chengqing.

South of the river, she’s been playing a lot of ball games, she’s used to being a light car, and she’s a good friend.

“Good fight.” I’m sorry.

In the south of the river, he had a brain attack, a “um,” and he didn’t say anything about “you’ll fight” and “you’ll be great” and “you’ll be great” and “he’ll scratch the wall after class.”

And then I got feedback from the senior: “The last time that kid got out on the weekend, he came out to play. I’m sorry.

Little boy.

“Do you like guys younger than you? After one day of school, the south used the most casual tone to ask the same table where the math was fought.

“What do you want? I’m sorry.

And south of the river drew a guide to his geometry, with a light face: “I mean, you think a girl likes to be younger than herself.”

“You’ve never been in love. Why are you so childish? At the same table there’s suddenly a joy to guide the schoolboy, “This requires a specific analysis, what does that girl look like? I’m sorry.

South of the river, “…” suddenly doesn’t know what to say.

“Are you interested in someone?” Tell me. I’m sorry.

South of the river, “I have a friend…”

“You’re your friend. I’m sorry.

South of the river:

We can’t talk this day.

“Well, it’s not about age, it’s about maturity, you know. I’m sorry.

That night, the south of the river came home with a 4399 psychological age test.

You’ve lost your mind.

South of Jiang, a ten-year-old child, then played a couple of ball games with Qing Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng, and she even smiled at him when she met him at school.

Sometimes it’s good to think south of the river.

We play ball together, we take a look at the class, we take the test together, we get recognized, the days pass like water, we don’t see the end.

Second semester, opening ceremony.

In the absence of the senior delegate due to illness, two poems were recited together, south of the river and Qianqing.

They were standing in the backstage, rehearsing word after word.

“A cold vacation without seeing you seems to have grown up. She suddenly said,

In the south of the river, there was no need to stand up to it. I’m sorry.

“My cousin is as good as you when he is taller than me.” I’m sorry.

“How old is your cousin? I’m sorry.

“A year younger than you, kid. I’m sorry.

“I’m almost seventeen.” I’m sorry.

“I’m almost 18, am I proud? # # # # # # I’ve got a # # # # # I’ve got a # # # # # # # I’ve got a # # # # # # I’ve got a # # # # # # # # # # # # I’ll get a # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

“Where do you want to go to college?” I’m sorry.

“Hang City, I like that city. I’m sorry.

Hang-Jing, he wants to go to school there too.

And suddenly his heart settled, and he said: “Ah, sister, I shall see you in Hang City.” I’m sorry.

Next semester in high school, Qingqing is busy, and south of the river is busy.

One for the high examination, no basketball, met a few times in the library, and she started to bring breakfast to his place after reading a book and then eating with him.

In the words of the same table, the time south of the river was too long to find.

Then…

In the south of the river, as in the old monk, the library student sat from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m., and Yang Xue left.

He looked at the reflections on his phone, and the deer was as stable as Tarzan, and a fourth book had been found in his hand.

I’m sorry, I can’t figure out why you’re so mean. If you can’t even say hello, it won’t work.

He looked down on himself, and suddenly he put a hand on his shoulder.

And he was whispered in his ear, “When are we going to hide?” I’m sorry.

The backs south of the river are flat and slow to turn around their necks, and they look at the eyes of the upper deer, as they look like a clean amber.

He opened his mouth and didn’t know how to react.

Cheng Deer smiled a little bit in front of the river.

I don’t know what she means. “You haven’t turned a page in hours.”

She picked up the books on her desk and lifted her chin.

South of Jiang put the book back on the shelf and went out with her, and two people asked and answered.

“I hear you guys are really good at this big Sumikawa? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“That’s a swimming alley over there? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Let’s go eat first. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Did you just say, “Hmm? I’m sorry.

“Well… no. “What’s going on here? I’m sorry.

He said: “I will come to your school for exchange, and take care of it later.” I’m sorry.

“You’re coming?”

“Well, you know why? I’m sorry.

South of the river.

“I’ll collect the debt.” I’m sorry.

The line of sight south of the river moved to its wrist with a black line on it.

He wanted to return it to her, and he was afraid that she would ask him how he knew it was her, expose himself and leave it for a long time.

The Queen’s Quick Hands, the line on the wrist is red.

“Why didn’t you give me back your sister’s things? I’m sorry.

2nd summer, catch-up. Qianqing and his friends are sitting outside the school hall on the third floor.

A young man in the square came this way with a big bag.

“Is this new generation here? I’m sorry.

“The military training. I’m sorry.

“Oh, it’s raining. I’m sorry.

Suddenly, in the heavy rain, the boy had entered the school building and suddenly took his umbrella and ran out.

A hot-skinned old man outside the school was so desperate that he couldn’t take it out of the rain, and suddenly his head was cut off from the sky by the umbrella and could not even be thanked.

Cheng Deer smiled.

When I saw the boy again, he was stuck in the dorm.

Qing Qing looked at his troubled face and thought that this man must hate the rain.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

His name was south of the river.

Kids are good. They play basketball. They have good grades.

But she didn’t hide her eyes.

Quickie left the ropes on the table.

If you give her back the rope, she’ll take him to dinner.

We’ll watch a movie after dinner and then we’ll talk about our lives.

Unfortunately, they didn’t follow the routine.

I’ll take the hill if I don’t come.

Qianqing started going to the library, which is frequented south of the river.

We’re all learning people, and we like to be so unified, so we can be one at the same time.

Upon going to university, as she was close to her home, she went home often to meet with her friends and came out several times south of the river, preventing her from communicating too much with him.

Then suddenly the south of the river fell silent.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

At first, there was no news south of the river.

“It must be too busy to study. I’m sorry.

Later, there was no news south of the river.

“Maybe the phone was confiscated. I’m sorry.

There’s no news south of the river.

“Sister, I don’t think people like you. I’m sorry.

Cousin said so.

“He just doesn’t turn his head.” I’m sorry.

“So why didn’t you talk to me later? I’m sorry.

“I came down to your house in senior year to look for you, and then I realized I was thinking too much, and I saw a boy go back behind your back…”

Who else is calling his cousin? I’m sorry.

She hung up on the phone and went back and strangled his face: “Nan, what do you owe me for three years? I’m sorry.

“So, forever. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih, kiss.

“The queen can’t be you. “The men laugh at the women in front of them and say,

“Yes, because I’m your aunt. @Leaves: #jan25

Cheng, can you be serious? Qin Shih also has a script with no choice.

“This man is sick. I’m sorry.

The circa drank lemonade and resisted the urge to turn its eyes.

She was taking part in an all-embracing show, and the director asked her and Qin Shih to do a little play, which was a man of low quality and a weak woman who was bored.

Qin Shih also put the script up and hit her on the head: “I think you’ve brought my personal feelings to work. I’m sorry.

“Mr. Qin, please pay attention to your identity. We’re at home. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih also held up his face with a script and whispered in her ear: “The couple living together in the same home.” I’m sorry.

The Qing Dynasty looked at him so badly, he couldn’t do it. He wanted to hit him.

But two people were able to stay on the front page for six months.

And Qin Sheng and Qin Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qin Qian, and Qin Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian, and Qian Qian, and Qian, and Qian, and Qin, and Qian, and Qian, and Qian, and Qin, and Qian, and Qian, and Qian, and Qian, and Qian, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qian, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin, and Qian, and Qin, and Qin, and Qin,

Because there’s only one person left to deny.

“No one knows anything about him. I’m sorry.

She hates the fact that you and Qin don’t know the truth. You guys wet your bed together! I’m sorry.

“You said it years ago! I’m sorry.

“How many years ago do you know? “How old are you?” You must bring me back a boyfriend named Qin I’m sorry.

Qing Dynasty: ? Why don’t you just report Qinjie’s identity card? I’m sorry.

After the age of 25, she was forced to marry, even though she was busy filming all day long.

After a day of conspiracies between Jian and Yang, Yang smiled and told Qing Zheng, “Si, I’ve got you something to relax. I’m sorry.

Well, it’s easy to have money, it’s easy, but it’s a shame to find someone in front of us.

“What’s the explanation? I’m sorry.

He’s in the same troupe with the company.

Young Yang hasn’t said anything yet, and she’s got a head on her back: “We’re in the middle of a merger and we’ll be a family later.” I’m sorry.

I can’t tell you how much I can do to find my son’s daughter-in-law!

“We’re still right before the merger. I’m sorry.

“All right, all right, all right. Qin Sheng also made a ghost face behind her and kept up with her steps. I’m sorry.

“Go away. I’m sorry.

“Really, even the keys were confiscated. I’m sorry.

“Sleep on the street. I’m sorry.

“Wow, you’re so cold. Qin Sheng is also sad.

And when the Qin left him alone, he received a telephone call from Cheng’s mother: “O daughter, do you know that Qin was driven out?”

“Mom, he’s a self-director. You know what you’re saying now? “It’s not my business where he lives, either in a hotel or at home.” I’m sorry.

“How can you trust him to stay alone in a hotel?” “What did she do to you when you were molested by a bastard?” Cross the sea to protect you! I’m sorry.

The deer is full of black.

At the end of the previous period, they had attended an event at which she had been secretly taken out to say hello to her fans, and had been surrounded by a group of illegitimate people, who had seen her in front of the Qin Pastor, who had managed to protect her from a crowd of people, and had also been scratched by a few of them.

The problem is that a picture of her in the arms of the Qin Sheik has been taken, that she was in the arms of the Qin Sheik, that she was in the arms of the Qin Sheik, that she was in the arms of the Qin Sheik, and that she was in the hands of both parties, and that she was in the hands of a bunch of cp powder.

This time, it’s like a whole show.

“I don’t care, you have to take Qin home today, or Mom can’t guarantee that your son won’t have an ugly picture.” I’m sorry.

Chengqing’s precious son, a Mankicon short-legged cat, has hundreds of thousands of fans in Weibo, and Chengqing has long wanted to put on a bouquet, which she has never allowed to use to threaten her daughter.

It seems to have been in order to make up for the fact that the cat and cat on the other side of the phone called Meow.

“You let the hostages go, I’ll take him back.” I’m sorry.

“You sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.

“I sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.

The two of them spoke with one voice, and the Qin Sheik looked at him unexpectedly. I’m sorry.

Qin Sheng also smiled with a pillow: “I know very well. I’m sorry.

Quickie leaned down and choked his jaw, saying, “Tomorrow you will leave an hour early.” I’m sorry.

“What? But tomorrow at 6:00. “Drive for an hour, wash your breakfast when you leave at 5:00.”

“Four o’clock. “The lunar smiles and throws a bed under the covers back to the bedroom.

As a result, the next day, when she left the door, people on the couch could not sleep at all.

“Baby, let me sleep again.” I’m sorry.

“Who is your baby?” I’m sorry.

Qin Sheng has the guts to say, “Chang Qing Qing Qing!” I’m sorry.

“…” across the line, the faceless, the world invincible.

The circa made breakfast, the soybean was scheduled yesterday, she hesitated to take the eggs, fried two eggs and made a smiley face on one of them with ketchup.

After she’s finished, she realizes that she’s used to it, that the Qin Pastor has been living at her house for some time in junior high school, that she always asks for a smiley face, and that she usually paints while he’s at it, because he really needs it. “The best smile face this time is the one on Wednesday, and the rad from the corner of the mouth is pretty good, and I’m a bit of a rhyme. I’m sorry.

Too much.

The Qing Dynasty put up with the urge to put ketchup on his face on the couch and baked a few more toasts. When he turned back, Qinji was already up. “Thou, this smiley face is good. It’s not less powerful. I’m sorry.

She was lazy to listen to this narcissistic man, sitting at the table with her own share, unwittingly opening a micro-letter to see what the assistant had sent.

Qin Shih’s big table had to be crowded with her, moved to her side, and ripped her sleeves in a nice way: “Wait a minute and take me, I didn’t wake up this morning. I’m sorry.

“and the paparazzi filmed us living together? “Do you believe we’ll get 10 copies of our wedding photos by noon?” I’m sorry.

“We’re already the same–” The last words were swallowed in the Qin Deer’s eyes, and the Qin Pastor whispered, “I’m not a bad marriage certificate…”

As long as Cheng agrees, he’ll take $9.9 to the Civil Administration.

“Go walk yourself.” I’m sorry.

“Thou, think about it. I’ll cry in the back of your car and don’t go that way. Qinjik also gave her a farewell, saying, “This is the place where Rachiro and I are made for each other. I’m sorry.

The Quil is trying to tell me about the money, but remembering that he’s been in there before, he’s got a bad heart, and he’s hiding behind his back, saying, “Will you go or not? I’m sorry.

Qin Shih was also busy nodding his face into his hood, wearing sunglasses that covered half his face, and asked her: “Sir, my leg is too long, should I cover it too?” I’m sorry.

He’ll be able to do whatever he wants.

It’s mostly a routine, singing and cooking, and then going to the streets to do a few more tasks, to play a little play together, and to fly.

The Qing Dynasty has always kept its distance from the Qin Sheik, and the camera has turned its back on him, making it even more peaceful.

During her visit, the Qin she was more excited than the Qin Deer, and she talked in the corner.

“Ma’am, I think Cheng is a big fan of me. I’m sorry.

She smiled “When did you grow up, you little deer?” I’m sorry.

Qin Sheng thought it was true and then asked, “But you said she certainly liked me. I’m sorry.

“That must be! Cheong-mei went straight back and rounded up the tickets, “She called you after sleeping at night!” I’m sorry.

And the Qin pastor’s eyes were brightened: “Really, what did she call me?” I’m sorry.

“…it’s just a name. I’m sorry.

The Qin Pastor, who looks at her face and smiles, is deeply concerned that sometimes she speaks an art, such as the second sentence, “Death to the Qin Pastor!” Qin’s happiness was brought to Qin.

In the last stage of the ensemble, there is a water task that needs to be performed by teams of men and women.

Qin Shih’s voice was loud.

“Mrs. Qin, shall we join? The actor Lulu, who made the show together, wanted to interact with Qin Sheng, and immediately pulled his sleeve.

Qin also had a stiff face and had been dragged by the Qin Deer before he could refuse: “He was with me.” I’m sorry.

“I asked Mr. Cheng first. I’m sorry.

She doesn’t really want to join Qin Sheng, but she can’t tell Lulu that he went to the sea when he was a child and was afraid of the water.

She’s still going to take care of Qin and grow up together.

“Lulu, I’d rather go with Mr. Cheng. It’s not a very comfortable day. I’m sorry.

Lulu told me that you and Qing Qing won’t get involved?

Mission begins, Lulu: Forget I said it.

The Qin master did not even go into the water.

Qin Shih was also in charge of clapping on the shore: I’m sorry.

As soon as he came out of the water, he heard him exaggerating in bad faith, and couldn’t help but throw it at him.

Qing Qianqing of Cheng Deer

Qin Sheng either can’t swim, or he doesn’t like to go into the water when he’s a little girl, and he’s in a state of panic, like an octopus, and he can’t live around her shoulder.

“Maybe you can look down.” I’m sorry.

It’s a shallow area, she’s got a shoulder on her feet, and Qin Pastor’s height is too high to see.

The director was very happy: “Sensei Qin is really fighting for our show. This is going to be huge! I’m sorry.

Qin has finally realized that he’s making a show, that face management is on the line, that he let go of the deer, and that one of the proper ways: “Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for your help. I’m sorry.

The circa said when I saved you was your own, but the smile was sweet: “It’s OK, I threw you first.” I’m sorry.

She came here because she was so hot to fire him.

And as soon as the eyes turned, the idea came out:

“Assy-

Cheng, I think I have a cold. Qin Sheng came out of the bathroom and sneezed.

On his return, the Qing Deer went to take a bath, and made a red sugar ginger tea in front of him. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih also felt cold and didn’t think about her and took up a bowl and drank a lot.

The deer looked at his face and took out a thermometer from the medical box and measured his temperature: “You have a fever.” I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s good to have no work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih also took a set of scripts from his bag and wanted to see it cleaned up by the Qin deer. I’m sorry.

“I can’t sleep. I want to see animated pictures. “The Qin Sheng has always been a good-looking man, with a few innocents in his eyes, and has been able to soften the heart of the stone.

“Well, look what. I’m sorry.

“The China Kid. I’m sorry.

“All right. I’m sorry.

Qin Shih also opened the folding sofa and pulled the Qin Deer’s Qin hand: “Little, cold.” I’m sorry.

“If it’s cold, make an extra blanket and sweat it out. “I’m here, you look sleepy and sleep, huh? I’m sorry.

When I was in junior high, he was comforted by Qin’s illness. She didn’t realize she was still lying on the bed the next morning.

The morning sun was spilling over her side of the face, her long eyelashes shuddered slightly, leaving a circle of light behind her eyes, and she sensed his movement, and she opened her eyes, “Be better…” and thousands of light fell into her eyes at that moment.

Qinji’s heart is also beating.

Teenages have a heart, a sense, a passion.

“I’m right here. It’s like a promise.

“Good. “The Qin Sheik also Noded, carefully clogged her finger, and saw that she had no reaction, so she came closer to her.

In the past, he felt a bit sleepy, looked up at the people around her, but found her with her eyes closed, with an abnormal red faint on her face.

Qin Sheng has reached out to her forehead. It’s a little hot.

He crawled with his hands and feet and put a snort on her. I’m sorry.

“Don’t drink. “Mom, I don’t drink drugs. I’m sorry.

“I’m not your mother, you’re your boyfriend. “The last three words were unheard of, and the Qin Pastor felt that her face was hotter than it had been in the first place, and she drank her pills and covered her up.

Indeed, the Qin Qianqing is a bit cold, and the heat of the Qin sheiks is leaning towards the nest.

Qin Sheng has also been frozen and has reached half a mile to the shoulder of the person in front of him.

She’s got a nose.

“…sweet, sweat.”

“Well, don’t go. “The Quickie took his clothes and fell asleep again.

The next day.

The Qinjiang Qin was sober and calmed by his forehead for two minutes, wondering if he had a job today, searching his head to make sure he didn’t have a headache.

I remember it as if it was your first hand?

They were not allowed to leave, and she was wrinkled with her clothes.

This is…

Qin Sheng, wake up. Qinji’s face has been strangled with his hands.

Qin Ying was clearly frightened when he woke up, and yesterday he was also in a state of confusion, and now he feels he dares to sleep in his arms.

“Thou, I’ll forgive me. I’m sorry.

“I figured it out. Quite a bit.

Think about what? He also blinked.

“You have 10 minutes to get ready to come home with me. “It’s always been hard to decide what to do.”

Qin Ying’s heart jumped and grabbed her wrist: “Is that what I thought?” I’m sorry.

“Go back and show them the cards.” I’m sorry.

Sometimes it takes one chance to understand your mind and one hug to feel someone.

She didn’t understand before, now she does.

There’s no reason to be held back.

I went out and Qin Sheng kept looking at her hair in front of the mirror.

“Are you done?”

“What happened when I first went back to see your parents? I’m sorry.

“…”

“It’s almost there. “The Quickie is holding his arms against the door.

“Dinking. I’m sorry.

Qinjie also took a look at his cell phone and put a headline on it: “The Qingqing xx relationship is suspected to be exposed.” I’m sorry.

“Here we go again. I’m sorry.

She’ll be in love all the time.

“Peach, you really have more peaches. Qin Sheng also said that he had no right to be involved in this business, but now he’s quite honest, “I’m not happy! I’m sorry.

The Qing Dynasty thinks it’s funny: “So, don’t you have a lot of peaches?” I’m sorry.

“No, you have to give me a sign today that I have alone, that I am your only officially certified boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

Qianqing had no resistance to his sudden euphemism, and he had a peck in his head.

Kissing a mole on his unnamed finger.

Qinji’s face was red, and he stuttered like a bottle of fake wine: Qingqing, don’t mess with the morning. I’m sorry.

“It’s a ring, you don’t know how to flirt. I’m sorry.

And the Qin Sheik also stunned, and his mouth lifted a big smile, and he fell down on his one knee, and he held her hand in the right way: “You shall be responsible to me, Comrade Ching, for the heavens and the earth.” I’m sorry.

It’s an ordinary morning. It’s just in front of the wash.

It seems to be more special than any film.

It turns out that as long as you’re the one in front of you, it’s going to be reasonable.

The Qing’s hand, which he touched, became scalding and suddenly felt like he was performing an extremely solemn ritual, looking at him for a long time, and his eyes almost shrouded into tears, saying, “You will be my Qin comrade.” I’m sorry.

Later.

During the show, Lulu was linked to the Qin pastor by the clippings, and at one point, a number of stories were invented by the navy.

I mean, if you’ve got a nose and an eye, you’re gonna need a wedding picture of two people.

The Qin Sheng, who was pulling over and watching animated films, took a picture, opened the tweet and sent it.

Qianji, don’t guess, my man. [ Pictures ]

Qin Ming?

Comment: ?

Eating a crowd: ?

Cheng Ma: My cabbage is fighting the pigs!

Father Qin: The company didn’t buy it for nothing.

Broker: It’s great that someone ate dog food with me.

After many years, it was known that the King’s star, Qin, also had a ring on his unnamed finger. That was the mark of his lover.

By the kiss, and by the white head.

A young man who is honest, who has been through years.

I’m sorry.

“Bring the woman back. Don’t wake me. I’m up at 8:00. Let her roll at 7:00. Quickie said on the phone:

“Today outside, not back. “It’s the weekend, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

“He’s not coming tonight.” I’m sorry.

“A different one, you’re not just one.” What a terrible tone.

He was interrupted by the cold, and took the time to press his cell phone: “Are you bored, and ask your woman to go!” I’m sorry.

“A wife, you’ll have to leave the day after the anniversary, and we’ll go home and eat.” I’m sorry.

“I know. Quickie pressed the phone and smudged his face.

I’m going to my elders again to pretend to be a loving couple.

Maybe she’s more natural than she is every time she’s out there with a “wife” and a fake.

“Oh, God. The secretary said, “Well, he’s finished, and he’s gonna hand over his suit in time to ask, “What’s next?”

I don’t know how to hold my cufflink unwittingly, but I’ve been thinking about what happened yesterday.

She was drinking at a bar last night with a bunch of good-looking guys. So the question is, how does he get back to the scene today?

The secretary, who looked at him like he was thinking, knew that his boss was fighting with his wife again, and said, “No, Wang has a party on the cruise today.” I’m sorry.

“Let me go there.” I’m sorry.

The secretary lamented. He couldn’t figure out what the boss was doing. Why did he have to make her think he was out? Every time he just found a quiet place.

He was sitting in front of a window, wearing a shirt, with a little arm in his cuffs, and his face on the window was darkened.

He dropped his hand, Kindle, and drank soy milk.

It’s been two years since Qing Qian, but they’ve known each other since they were kids.

She was two years younger than him, and from the moment he remembered, she made fun of him: “How can she be a wife?” I’m sorry.

“What’s good about being a wife? I’m sorry.

“So that cute sister is yours. I’m sorry.

Cute… it’s cute to see him and laugh at him.

He took a look at the baby boy, put up with the urge to pinch her face, and calmed himself: “When she grows up, let’s wait for her.” I’m sorry.

The baby boy grew up a little bit, was more cute every day and was still chasing after Ho and screaming for his brother.

“Big brother, brother and other deer. I’m sorry.

He was held by a little girl in the corner, and his ears were red, and he held the place: “Follow me.” I’m sorry.

So he went everywhere with a towed bottle, and at first everyone was in trouble with a kid, and he was too shy to let a little girl play a monster in turn.

I didn’t think that after she was six years old, all those big-eyed people had gone rogue.

“A deer, come to eat at your brother’s. I’m sorry.

“The deer’s new toy for you. I’m sorry.

“You look great today, Deer! I’m sorry.

Will you marry me? “Someone finally asked the central question.

“No, I’ve promised to marry Yang-Yang, so wait for the next Monday.” I’m sorry.

What’s wrong with you? My little deer sister suddenly became a pet, and it’s too late to think about it, and every one of them wants to marry Cheng Qing.

He’s been worried about his marriage since he was nine.

My wife’s too popular.

When Ho and Qianqing grew up, adults rarely joked about them, except Cheng Ma was always looking at him as her son-in-law and asking him to eat at home.

And the Qing Dynasty came from the beginning “Why are you here again?” I’m sorry.

It’s not clear, so it’s been a couple of times and it’s finally clear why at her birthday party.

That day, when the deer had reached twelve hours, he couldn’t bear to wake her up and go back to her room behind her back, but heard her whispering in his ear: “No son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

What’s so good and funny about it? I’m sorry.

I’m 2 years old. I’m sorry.

She talks in her sleep. Why don’t you just go on and ask, “What happened to me?” I’m sorry.

“How come you fell in love in high school? I’m sorry.

It’s time to get to the bottom of it. It’s true that Chen Yang’s son-of-a-bitch is lying in front of the deer. A girl in high school confessed to him.

“I’m not in love. I don’t like anyone. I just like you.

You know that Qing Qing finally gave him a good look when he didn’t fall in love, “I tell you, you’re not going abroad if you don’t learn to be careful! I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, my brother doesn’t like anyone. “What’s wrong with her hair?”

“No one likes him, but everyone likes him!” I’m sorry.

The Qing Deer’s face is dark, but he can’t come back and kick Chen Yang without seeing it.

It was rare to see her after school, although she had always sent her a gift, but she had been either in school or on a trip, and had not met several times in four years.

Chen Yeung said she’s got a hard time calling herself a couple of soccer team exes.

Then why did you scoff at him? Did not my predecessor rely solely on you to fabricate? I’m sorry.

“But now she’s our deer, a lover, don’t blame your brother for not reminding you. I’m sorry.

Why are you laughing at me? I’m afraid I’ve written everything I told her.

If he’s even got 10,000 exes, who hasn’t had a few weddings?

He returned home and started taking over the business.

And the marriage between the two families came naturally.

Ho Xianqian, the family, the young, the knowledgeable.

Both parents are satisfied, depending on their opinion.

It’s no problem, but Qianqing agreed.

The little girl who hasn’t seen you for a long time is standing in front of him, and he’s standing in front of him, “For the sake of his family, don’t be serious.” I’m sorry.

He’s laughing.

As she herself had said, the deer who was married lost his life, either here or there.

Every time she plays, maybe she’ll be watching.

She danced downstairs in the dance hall, and he drank soy milk on the second floor and “talk” with the boy whom the bodyguard had brought with her.

It doesn’t matter where the Qing Deer is, he’s got a escort around him, blocking everything from the peach blossoms.

And it’s true that she likes to play, but what she loves most is a game. Every time a party starts to disappear, often the secretary finds her in a quiet corner to play the game.

How could he know she was gambling with herself, but he was not going to push the girl too hard.

She was so angry, he followed her first.

It’s just her ex-boyfriends on the football team.

So, the loser started to go around in a circle of friends and actually read books and get married.

The bad impression of Qing Qing is not immediately reversed, nor is it urgent.

It’s a couple, it’s a lot of time.

Maybe it’s just a little bit of time to indoctrinate the rhesus.

Although someone already knew, she just didn’t say.

They went to a private party together.

“Why don’t you get drunk today? They were greeted.

The Qing Dynasty remembered how to cough twice when he left this morning and answered him: “I drink for him.” I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law is so short! I’m sorry.

“Please have a hot soy milk.” I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s not good to drink too much.” I’m sorry.

“It’s dog food for you two to eat together? I’m sorry.

The Qing Dynasty doesn’t give a shit about the way you do it, because you haven’t let go yet.

His warm hands were on the back of her hands, and he touched her skin gently with cocoon’s fingers, like a breeze and a willow.

The Qing Dynasty’s attention was all in the hands of the two of them, and it was boring all the time. I’m sorry.

He didn’t stop.

He’s been patient with her.

She has become accustomed to her presence, as natural as air, and the next step is to make her aware of her differences.

Qing Qing has always been a good boy in front of his parents, smiling and chatting with his parents.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s been growing up since she was a kid: “It’s been a long time, and she thinks she was a milk doll yesterday. I’m sorry.

She laughed: “Now that I’m your daughter-in-law, I’ve been able to count, and I’ve made a beverage for them since I was a child.” I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha ha hoshi was able to feed him when he was a child, and the boys were not allowed to get too close to the deer.” I’m sorry.

The elders, remembering the old days, talked about the last two of them: “When will we have children?” I’m sorry.

Qing Qianqing of Cheng Deer

What? I’m sorry.

I’ve held hands in front of my parents.

Two people stay at night.

There are plenty of other rooms at home, but not at the parents’ place.

The Qué deer washed his bathing and changed his nightgown, and wrapped himself in a tight and tight coat.

What’s funny about it? I’m sorry.

And the Qir’an sat on the bed and looked after his hair, half of it heard his provocation, and he got angry: “Are I afraid of cold?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a little cold, why don’t you just open your arms, pick your eyebrow, come to me and warm up?” I’m sorry.

He knew he was doing it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but be emotional, and his hair simply went off and jumped in his arms.

Damn it, who’s scared?

It took 10 minutes to hold it, and it suddenly turned out that it was warm, but it just started to burn.

There was no one who spoke but could hear each other’s breath.

How can you look at the red ears of a girl in her arms and ask, “What do you think? I’m sorry.

“You love to give birth. “It’s not like we’re going to talk about it.

So he waited for it, and drew her from her jaw, and made her look at herself: “How can I bear a child alone?” I’m sorry.

The implication of this is that the circa has made her face red, and she does not wish to shy away, but she says: “I am a relative today, or else I will make you look good.” I’m sorry.

She wants to make sure that some of her ex-boyfriends are not set up.

How could she laugh at her fingers rubbing on the chin of the little man in the arms and bowing her head down on her lips: “Do I look good?” I’m sorry.

The Qing deer was shocked, and then he swung a soft “um…” from his lips for half a day.

It was not until the circa was suffocated that it was possible to untie her and turn the kiss into a gentle stream.

“Did your ex not teach you to breathe while kissing? I’m sorry.

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She hasn’t been talking to Ho for a month.

The company’s busy, and they’re both insulated.

Of course she’s glad.

Since her return from Ho’s home, she has had a little bit more to think about.

Maybe it’s just her illusion that she’s normal enough to get to the deer and think that that entangled kiss is her.

But how could it be an illusion that even his breath and the tone of the scene were still in her ear?

She was the only one in the big room, and the lemonade in front of her was cold enough, and she was lazy to fall back, and she was focused on looking at a bubble on the glass wall, wondering when it would break.

The door opened when she counted the fifth bubble.

You can’t walk in here with a chill, you know?

The secretary whispered outside the door and said, “Please take care of it. I’m sorry.

Qing Qing played from the sofa and walked a few steps to pick up a suit in the bend of his arm, wrinkled his nose: “Drinking? I’m sorry.

The secretary noded his head and indicated by mouth that he drank a lot.

Businesses and drinks are not uncommon, and Qing Qing often goes on her own, but she has no idea she is obviously drunk and still wants to work on a computer.

She went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and then came out with a computer in front of her and was rubbing a piece of material at the temple.

The circa was a little angry, and he went up and blocked his sight, handing him tea: “Take a rest.” I’m sorry.

How many frowned and refused to take the cup.

The Qing Dynasty knows what he wants to drink, and it’s hard to say, “Wake up or have tea.” I’m sorry.

To see that he was still not moving, she had to make him another soy milk, which would be a little hot in her mouth but would not hurt her mouth.

What do you like about temperature?

What is drunk is a calm and different expression of peace days, and his eyes are red, and even his eyes are covered with fog, creating an urge for protection.

The circa purified his lips and delivered the soy milk to him.

He took a sip of her hand and then he picked it up in his hand, went on to look at the material, waited for the deer to stop him. He stopped, closed his notebook, fell down on the couch with his neck open and kept his eyes closed.

The circa took the hot towel and tried to put it on his eye, but he grabbed it.

She heard him groaning almost undetectable.

“Why haven’t you played enough deer? I’m sorry.

The sound of men’s despair and drowning.

One, two.

It’s a girl’s heartbeat. It’s a mess.

Cheng Cheng, I’ve got a whole game together. Are you coming? I’m sorry.

“No.” I’m sorry.

Cheng, a buddy said he wanted to meet you. I’m sorry.

“Recently busy. I’m sorry.

This dialogue lasted for a month and all the little sisters were lost.

It’s still Qianqian?

Qianqing herself is also strange, although she has not been very interested in handsome men, but not only does she not want to see handsome men, but she has a great deal to say about them.

The day before yesterday, he drank with his client and came back with a little perfume.

Heh went to the party yesterday and a girl reportedly confessed to him.

Why are you out there today?

Cheng Deer’s dead.

She’s never been wrong since she was a kid.

Qingqing’s gambling lasted until a wine fair.

She was there with Ho.

He was separated from him as soon as he entered the stadium, and after dealing with a few acquaintances, he found a place to start drinking.

A melancholy beauty always attracts attention.

Someone’s coming to talk to the rhesus.

Qing Qing was tired of thinking about how to be patient, talking to people, talking to people, and having a little fun. They had a common hobby, but they weren’t bored when they opened the box.

In the corner of the Qing Dynasty, you can’t laugh with a glass.

He leaned against the wall and looked to the deer’s side, with his finger on the watch.

How long did he talk to this man?

Why is there so much talk?

Hoshi grinds his teeth.

The more men talk, the closer they get to the deer, the more they even hide their hands on their shoulders.

It’s jealous to see the eyes and the hearts of Chen Yoo-won start licking the back teeth.

For the sake of the safety of his brother, Chen Yeung has taken people away from his skin and left them behind in the uncertainty: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

Why did you go out with her wrists in front of her, and the circa was a bit ill, and he dragged her all the way to the garden, and he didn’t struggle, but he didn’t say anything, “You let Chen take him away?” Have you forgotten our book? I’m sorry.

When they were married, they agreed that no one should disturb anyone, but they could not dance to the right side.

He has a shallow arc of his mouth and slowly looses his tie.

This tie was bought by Qing Qian, who wore the colour of her dress.

It’s a pity the little girl doesn’t appreciate it.

He may have driven the deer to a pillar of the flower house, found a hidden corner, held her two wrists in one hand, tied her with a tie, and kissed her obstinate lips while people were not responding.

Her lips were swirled after drinking, and he wanted to taste them.

Neither one of them had any experience of kissing, but there was no way he could be better at it than Qing Qing, and the first time he was following him, softened the girl’s legs so that he could react and grab her waist.

“Oh, you’re bullying me. “The mist in the eyes of a little girl who’s been blindfolded by kisses, who’s been drinking for years, “You son of a bitch, you know I like you, you bully me, and you’ve asked me out for three words…”

The fact that she was not referring to the three chapters of the Treaty was raised by her.

“There’s only one thing you need to know. I’m sorry.

Marriage Law. He whispered at her in her breath, “Remember, you are my wife.” I’m sorry.

“We are legally married. I’m sorry.

Until death.

♪ The dancers don’t care ♪

When he was 15, he had a sister.

“The child was so miserable that his mother and father were going to bring her home…”

Mrs. He has a very small relationship, and the two families haven’t been in touch since they died 10 years ago.

One day, Mrs. Ha received a telephone call saying she was a young son.

Before he was an only child, he was widowed and had a daughter.

After a car accident a few days ago, when the young daughter was left unattended, she contacted Mrs. He in a desperate manner to ask her to take a look at her future.

“What do you think? “

When he learned that her mother wanted a daughter, he noded: “You are in charge.” I’m sorry.

One more person and one less person in the family had nothing to do with him, especially since he had gone to college later, and it would be better to have someone with his parents.

He doesn’t care.

All he asked was, “What’s the name?” I’m sorry.

“Chou Deer Clear. I’m sorry.

In an effort to show good faith, the family went to see him.

After the doctor told him about the adoption, he saw it on the screen of the EKG attached to the man’s body, which was flatened and became a straight line.

Before the ride, standing by a little girl.

She dazzled in the shadows of the curtains, and looked silently at the man on the bed of the sick, and her eyes were empty as glass.

The man who is in the sun has fallen asleep, and she is in darkness, as if she were a beautiful doll.

On the weekend of the pre-acceleration day, the mother and father had an important event that they could not push away and arranged for the gift to go to the funeral home first.

Qing, who had been living at home for a week, had little to say, but politely, would say thank you to everyone, and occasionally a shallow smile would appear, but the greeting felt she would rather not laugh.

It’s too cruel to show a sad face to an unnecessary bystander.

He’d rather she cried, but she didn’t.

She was silent, thin, weak and with unhealthy paleness.

The fire was pushed in front of the journey, leaving only bones and ashes.

The Qingqing put the ashes and sat on the steps next to the funeral home.

She sat from noon to the west, set a fire on the sky, and the off-duty staff lamented: “Tomorrow should be a good day.” I’m sorry.

He saw a bad smile in the Queen’s Queen’s mouth and wondered what to think.

When the sunset burned his face, he looked up and saw that she had been stabbed in the eye and turned to cover her.

A shiver in the eyes of the circa tried to get up, half his knee was soft and the wall was held for a while.

He’s reaching out for her.

The Qing Dynasty raised his head with his cold eyes and looked at him like a hedgehog, and finally raised all over his body.

As a result of her hard work, the greeting could see a blunder on her arm, which apparently was not as calm as it appeared. After a few minutes, maybe just a few seconds, she suddenly said, “Take me to the beach.” I’m sorry.

Hen-hyun didn’t ask why he took her.

The Qing Dynasty scattered the ashes into the sea.

She hasn’t looked back for a long time, and her shoulders are moving.

The young girl’s body was even smaller before the sea, half-long hair was blown by sea winds, some of her large pants were rolled up, and thin ankles were shown.

A few steps ahead, no talking, just standing next to her.

The little girl who stood almost unsettled in the wind of the sea caught a life-saving straw and began to cry softly with his horn.

He raised his hand and touched her head slowly, but it was as if the switch had been opened, and her tears were like a flood dyke, wetting the beach beneath her feet at a moment, and her head was on him crying.

At that moment, he was relieved. He was still a child.

She does not have to deny herself the right to cry.

That’s too bitter.

It was soon known to all that the Ho family had a small daughter who was loved by the old lady, and that it was even more rare for him to have a gift and to have a great love for his sister.

Her parents were busy and had little time to deal with them, so most of the time they were looking after Chengqing.

Her Majesty’s high school is very close to the school of Ching Qian, who takes her with him every day.

A young man with no face, with the hand of a little girl with the same face, has brought a big visual shock to people on the road, but soon people get used to it.

At the same time, young girls are beginning to get lively and young people are getting warm in their eyes.

Living together in the morning and in the morning is the best way to break people’s barriers and to make a sense of the fact that he is a perfectist.

He took her to try everything that was of interest to her and then listed a form that she would choose which one she would learn.

He was in charge of examining her work, teaching her how to swim after school, taking her to dance, and working with her in quills … Every day was full.

And once done, do the best.

Her family was very fond of Qing Qing, with a harsh, but gentle heart.

He never ignored the pretense of pretense, pointing out the problem of Qianqing in the parochial tone, keeping her up all night to finish her day’s work, but was also able to detect her state in time and take her to the pharmacist body.

He taught her a lot.

Every time she was clean, she took time to the beach.

They’ll take off their shoes and feet on the beach, feel the sea’s rise and fall, and hear the wind over the seagull wings.

Every time the deer’s heart jumps, she sneaks over to the side of the young man’s face, her tumultuous hair shrouds his deep eyes, and the wind blows up his white shirts, and he shows his blunt jaws, and her mouth is soft and undefended.

The scene was specially set by her, and there was an album in her heart.

It’s their secret.

In the middle school year, she was given an old book.

The sky of nature washeth the heart, and the sea of books gives the power of silence.

He was already in college and rarely came home. When he had some free time, he sat with Qing Qing at home in a circle.

She’s got milk, he’s got white water, he’s got a book, he’s got no words.

Qing has become a very similar person.

No wonder he taught her almost everything.

Except dancing.

The greeting dances. When she saw Cinderella when she was a little girl, she thought she was a good dancer, and she was dancing in her room with a bed sheet, and was seen by passing greetings, and she was very rarely laughing at her, so she put her loose hair back up and put it back together. I’m sorry.

She nods her head.

He held her hand, taught her to dance, forward, back, left, right.

Qianqing was not in his chest at that time, but the little one tried to keep his feet on his feet and to look at him with his head.

She remembers that it was an afternoon when the sun came in through veiled curtains, bright but unobserved, with the same tenderness as butter, and on them.

The greeting turned its back to light and was painted with light gold.

He had a 3D face, a high eyebrow, a deep eyebrow, a nice, but not rough nose, and a kind of handsome, sculpting sense of a 3D eyebrow.

And Qianqing’s favorite chin was probably because she was small and often looked up only to see his chin, and she always thought that the radians were charming, and she was shocked by it.

The two-person dance was a test, and the Qing Dynasty was too short, and the greeting stopped very soon: “If you like, you can learn.” I’m sorry.

Rune count.

She’s never been positive about dancing.

Only because one day she wanted to raise a skirt like a prince and accept an invitation to dance.

After 20 years of age, more people moved around the house.

Her family has a history, and they often bring their own girls as guests.

It is, however, difficult for a girl who has seen him to be unappreciated and shy and to deal directly with him, to save the country and bring her to a close.

“What would your brother like to read, Deer?”

“He’s tall, isn’t he 185?”

“Does he like long hair or short hair?”

The Qing Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, who does not want to answer the question, simply shouted: “Why have you promised me that the game will not be cleared?” I’m sorry.

“We’re busy today, and we have guests coming later.” I’m sorry.

Her family’s extremely important partner at night, with the gold.

The girl, who was a year younger than He, smiled softly and softly, but practiced tango, was pleased to learn that he would jump, and extended his hand to him to join him.

The greeting was rare and, naturally, the invitation was made, and she stood up and held her hand.

In the morning, she hid in the corner and fed the fish in the fish tank, and she didn’t look back, and she looked at the glass tank and finished the dance.

She taught her the first dance.

But he’s holding hands with others.

The Qingqing snuck up on himself and the girl, but he was a child in his heart.

Even if she hasn’t called his brother in a long time.

Welcome. She likes to shout his name.

Wait for me… wait for me, grow up.

In the second year of his study, his parents took Qing Qing to the city.

They wandered around the university and Qing went to see the greeting alone.

His classmates shouted in the classroom: “Hesse, a beautiful woman is looking for you!” I’m sorry.

She wore a red dress, and she looked at the hostess the last time she saw the film.

“Hop, all right, your girlfriend? “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

Cheng Qing is 17 years old, he’s 6 or 8 feet tall, and sometimes a make-up looks like a regular college student.

The young girl looked at her and found her wearing an earring, a thin chain and a long neck lined up.

“It’s my sister. He explains.

“How old is your little sister this year? I’m sorry.

“Come on.” And he said to her, “It’s okay, he’s just like that. I’m sorry.

“Oh, you’re too protective. I can’t tell you’re a pussy. “Did your sister have a boyfriend after that? I’m sorry.

Congratulations.

He suddenly realized that he had never thought about it.

He looked down on her.

The little girl who couldn’t even reach his chest when he was a kid is now grown up. Seventeen-year-old girls, who occasionally heard from their parents, received more love letters than all textbooks combined.

Feel his sight, Qing’s head up and smiles at him.

The sun shined on her face through the cleavages, and the light fell into her eyes, as if it were a glass bead.

One move in the hearts of greetings is the beginning of a mood of confusion.

She’s grown up.

She was 18 years old, and she finished her high school. She took the university where she was.

Her family was very happy and had a birthday party for her.

He was with her to customize her dress and heels.

She never said that, but she always remembered when she looked bright when Cinderella was a child, when he thought, when she was 18, she would give her a pair of heels.

There was little tension at the dresser, and she attended a number of parties, but everyone came for her for the first time.

The greeting came in with a jewelry box with his own necklace and her initials on the back.

He pulled up her hair and put on her necklace, and he took a look at the girl in the mirror and laughed, “Happy birthday, Qing Qing Zheng, I’m sorry.

The Qing Dir’s back was straight, and he ran into her neck when she was chained and she felt that the skin was burning.

She did not know her psychological activities, followed her to the lobby, stopped at the door and pushed her forward: “Go ahead.” I’m sorry.

A little girl who was under his wing, and now she’s out there.

He watched her step by step towards where the light came from.

All the guests of the party went away and the elders went to their rooms to rest.

After saying good night to her father and mother, Cheng Deok-kyu snuck her sleeve.

“Do you dance?” I’m sorry.

The greeting had a strong ceremonial sense of dancing, or that he valued the invitation of Qing Qing, and he had changed his suit for that reason.

While waiting, he removed a black tape record from the bookcase and placed it on the phonograph.

One of his few hobbies is collecting gel records.

Caroles Whisper, he loved the foreplay.

She picked out a black deer, the necklace didn’t change, and she had a fine collarbone.

I saw her in the air with a dark look and put down the pin. An invitation was then made to hold her in one hand and to hold her in one hand.

They never danced seriously, but they moved in and out of the circle, with their legs on their side as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.

At least in her head, she’s rehearsed too many times.

She’s been dancing for 10 years just to celebrate the undisguised beauty of the moment.

If he had to have someone around, why couldn’t she?

The Qiang is wearing high-heeled shoes, which just puts his chin on his shoulder.

They were silent until the end of the dance, and she looked up at him, and the nostrils were only at the point of his fingertips, and she could breathe around each other.

“I’m eighteen.” She said.

It has been said that men and women look at each other for more than a minute and are vulnerable.

Her eyes were as warm as ink, but sometimes with compassion, and when he looked at a person, it was easy for him to think of his own shame, but Chengqing had not fallen back on the southern wall and looked firmly at him and had to wait for his response.

“Chou Deer Clear. I’m sorry.

In fact, the greeting rarely smiles, but when it comes to Qingqing, it’s customary to pick up the horns, even with eyes.

Finally, he broke the distance of that finger and raised his chin, and his cold lips briefly stopped on her forehead for a second.

If it had not been for his stings, she would have thought it was just a wind leaking out of the window.

“I’m 18 years old. This is the announcement of Qingqing of the Cheng Deer.

I know.

He knows what that means.

After understanding her thoughts, he was not too happy, he was not an impulsive teenager and he was too concerned.

Fearing that Ching Qing was only a momentary rise and that her feelings for herself were not true, it was just a figmental obsession of a young girl.

I am afraid that my elders will not accept it.

Too many girls from an early age have given their congratulations. Some he doesn’t even know.

He wrapped himself in a cold shell to keep people away and said, “I’m sorry” after listening.

But Qingqing was an accident and he couldn’t ignore her feelings.

For the first time, a man who’s always been calm and he’s been a little slow.

He was able to talk to her for one night and then give her a cool time.

If she hadn’t changed her mind in two months, he would have shown up at home to avoid being his style, but he could not bet on the future of a young girl.

He was already at work and had been busy for a long time, living in an apartment close to the company.

By the time he had time to get together with his family, Qing Qing had been in disarray for a long time and had been discovered by his family.

Mrs. He and Mrs. He are looking for information and suspecting that Ching Qing has fallen in love.

It is not easy to say anything but vague.

And Mrs. Hee lamented, “How can a girl like a deer get upset? I’m sorry.

“I thought the deer liked you, but I was thinking too much.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, I’ve always wanted the deer to be my granddaughter-in-law, but it depends on the child’s will, and we can’t force it.” I’m sorry.

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Mrs. He added, “It’s a little bit old, and it’s seven years older. I’m sorry.

“Previously speaking to Mrs. Chen, she meant that she wanted her son to have contact with the deer, just as they were of the same age…”

“No need. I’m sorry.

Mrs. He’s been interrupted.

“Grandma, Ma, have you heard of internal consumption?” I’m sorry.

It’s two o’clock since Chenge’s nap. Her parents aren’t home.

She went out in her pajamas and stayed in a few steps.

A low-sax solo in the phonograph, an old crystal light that cannot completely light the hall, warm the yellow light, softly dazzle the man sitting on the carpet with a soft filter.

He was wearing a black sweater, like a black cat sleeping on a white fur carpet.

She heard her footsteps and looked up to her hand.

She sat down and put her hand in his hand and let him hold it.

There is an answer in her heart, but she intends to speak first.

They sat still until a bird sounded out of the window, raised their heads and opened the curtains until dusk, leaned in through the window, and he took a black tape record from the bookshelve and placed it on the phonograph.

The prelude is Careless Whisper.

He turned around and reached out his hand to Qianqing, and he bowed, “Do you dance?” I’m sorry.

Since when is she different?

Neither is the greeting.

It was as if she had been in his blood, separated from her heart and heart.

He lost to her, and he lost, but he was willing.

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## Never mind it’s not safe

It’s a recommendation.

“Wake and fall.”

He was a proud son of the heavens, and the school flower revealed to him that he had no eyes on him.

Everyone said he had only studies in his head, but no one saw him blocking the next class of girls on the roof: “If you don’t speak, I’ll kiss you.” I’m sorry.

https://www.zhihu.com/answer/1852472059

“Present the Princess”

She loved that man since she was a child. She went back to the palace for three years.

He was willing to walk with her through all the desolation, but never to touch her.

Until she deliberately contracted the poison, ” either watch me die, or… detox me.” I’m sorry.

https://www.zhihu.com/answer/1614769950

I’m a student.

I was hung on a white wall.

Not a confession, but a threat.

Because I… accidentally touched him. https://www.zhihu.com/answer/1911340093

She’s a big girl.

The bottom of the month, the Yellow Springs lead the way.

He forgot his past and cut her marriage by hand.

If he is well, like flowers on the other side, they will not see leaves and leaves will not see flowers.

So, turn the millennium.

https://www.zhihu.com/answer/13138853 filed: YX11olmkpOD

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.