Sister is sweet.
Sister is so sweet.
♪ Love you as one ♪
Mom asked me to upgrade her cell phone, and as soon as it was ready, three tweets came up.
“I love it! I’m sorry.
“I like it when I’m old, it hurts! I’m sorry.
“Let’s meet? I’ll pay for everything I’ve got.”
My eyes are staring at the note at the top of the dialogue: White.
God!
Mom, is this, cheating?
01
Angry heart, shaking hand, I’m not steady, my phone snapped and fell on the floor.
“You can’t do anything like this! “Mom started the day-to-day battle without paying any attention to the tears in my eyes.
Clear and clean!
What hurts!
What is necessary?
I’ve been thinking about this, and I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve been thinking about it.
“It’s better to go out and make trouble!” “I stood up and scared Mom and my dad who was watching a big piece of Japanese on the couch.”
Mom looked at me like a nutter and went into the kitchen again.
The harder I want to feel, the harder I turn to see a simple father, the harder it is to be sad and to be in his arms.
“Fuck you. You scared me, girl! I’m sorry.
I bit my lips, I looked up at the old man.
Even though he’s not handsome, he’s old, he’s dark, he doesn’t brush his teeth, he doesn’t wash her hands once in a while…
But! But…
I can’t believe there’s no but…
This old man doesn’t care about him in this world!
Think about it, but I think Mom’s cheating is a little bit of a lie…
I gave myself a slap when I thought of it. How dare I think that!
“My daughter, don’t do this to yourself! I’m sorry.
Dad was scared up straight.
I was sneezing, and I looked at my mom in the kitchen, and I whispered to Dad, “Dad, I just saw my mom, and I talked to a guy called White!” I’m sorry.
“Yes, your mother’s crayon. I’m sorry.
“…”
I was embarrassed, and I said, “It’s white, you know, Dad, it’s white! I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, your mother is Tamayu. I’m sorry.
I’m speechless.
This poor old man before me has no sense of his love leaving him.
But he’s still slow, and I can’t tell Dad the secret that he can’t afford to lose his wife and daughter in his middle life, but I can’t let that happen.
It was decided:
I, Van Fong, 29-year-old single aristocrat, vowed to defend the integrity and harmony of the family!
02
The next day, in Mom’s surprise look, I woke up early.
I’m with poor dad on “The Attraction of Home.”
“Are you sick? I’m sorry.
“We young men will get up early, leave me alone. I’m sorry.
Mom nods where she’s going, and she keeps packing her wool rolls, “Well, you young people, you’re fine. I’m sorry.
I was shocked to see my mother rubbing her face, and my heart was sore.
Mom, why do you say that to your daughter?
I stood by and watched my mother walk through me in my clothes, with my makeup, and with my bag.
There’s a line from Allie on TV, “If you’re looking for excitement, you can do it.”
With Mom closing the door, I stood up from the sofa, and I took off my pajamas as fast as I could, exposed the clothes that were in it, fell on my door and started my trail.
Mom got in a cab and I stopped one right after.
Master, follow the car! “I think it’s because of my sunglasses, my dark coat, or because the driver was too bored all day, and he put sunglasses on his face.
Hold on! “I was just a little bubbling out.
Just under five minutes before the car stopped.
“Only one stop, why are you so excited? I’m sorry.
I don’t know how my mom’s gonna be so daring to pick a place so close to home, so she snuck away.
It was a café, but when Mom came to the door, she seemed to have forgotten something and looked back.
When I thought today’s rape-hunting program was over, I turned around, and I saw a boy in it, and my instincts told me that this was the hero of today!
Well, when Mom picked up the phone, his cell phone was ringing.
When he remembered, I stood in front of him.
“Hello, is it White? I’m sorry.
He was clearly ludicrous, so did I.
So small!
I can be my brother, Mom, but it’s so cool!
That’s why Mom left her father for him. No, no!
The awakening of me has given rise to the conjecture that he is a waiter for the children of Israel in order to save their lives.
“Yes, you are…”
He was kind of polite, waved, ordered me a lemonade. I was mean, I had to stick my scalp for my family’s happiness.
“I’m Aunt Lin’s daughter. I’m sure you know why. I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to say that his beautiful eyebrow was twisted together, and I stood up to my colorful heart and moved my eyes elsewhere.
“You… your family? You’re on us, aren’t you?”
You guys?
I was suddenly confused, but he was really angry.
“It’s you who put up with my mother! You’re young, you’re growing up! I’m sorry.
He’s not weak, “That’s not as good as you.” I’m sorry.
Hey, say I’m old? My temper!
Calm down, calm down!
I’m a man’s watch, and I’m sure he’s a little cooler than he is.
“Come on, come on, it’s about the money! This is what I say in my heart, and in his face it is my mother’s color, and I don’t believe in killing.
I think I’m looking at Mom’s pension and thinking about eating white later.
Che, you want to be my late dad.
“Tell me how much you can leave my mom. * And I salivad it gently, in a state of calm *
“1 million. I’m sorry.
I didn’t come up, I choked, but I was still faking my mouth.
He looked at me laughing at me and knew he was teasing me. I stood up on fire and said something mean to him.
“Then I wish you happiness! I’m sorry.
03
Mom’s been grinding me for days, and fortunately during that time, she’s just holding on to her cell phone and not doing anything out of character.
I’m a teacher, and I teach career planning at university, and, to be honest, I don’t think this class is going to work. It’s a busy job. It’s easy for me.
That day, my irritation was brought to the classroom, and they were like:
“Whoa! So handsome!”
“Oh, my God, this operation is divine! I’m sorry.
“It’s an all-powerful contestant. I saw him speak for the new game the other day.” I’m sorry.
In the past, I used to keep my eyes closed, but today a few people are stuck together and I am really upset.
I came to them with my hands and feet, and the other classmates looked at the show and didn’t make a sound.
I’ve got my feet on my feet, and I’ve been looking in the head, and there’s an electric contest on the table, and the lower right corner is supposed to be the main one, black T, wearing headphones, staring at the screen.
I’ve been standing there for a while, and the more I look at it, the more I feel like I’ve seen it.
I grabbed the tablet and I was staring at the guy on the screen in the students’ “fucker.”
White? I’m sorry.
That’s right. That’s my mom trying to be my stepdad, the kid who’s got a pension.
The students were excited to see me name them.
“Sensei Man! He’s the hottest host of the game! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I heard it’s only 25 years old. It’s just right for me.”
I looked at the girl who said that, and she was right there with a red heart and fantasies about the look and the shape, and probably in her head, even built the school room.
“Sensei Man, I can’t believe you know White at your age! I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “Who do you think is that? Plus a career plan this week! 8,000 words! I’m sorry.
“Huh? ! I’m sorry.
In a cry, I walked out of the classroom like a hero.
The first thing that comes back to the office is to go online and get this little white.
In the next few minutes, a lot of information came into my mind.
“A million-dollar genius playboys!” I’m sorry.
“The gold medal of millions of fans speaks of White Road!” I’m sorry.
“Was it the Cold Prince or the Nessota?”
I don’t know.
I have to say, now the Internet propaganda is really off-mainstream through my school.
What’s he like about my mom?
I want to go. There’s only one conclusion in my head, and that’s…
He’s a pervert!
04
Dad still sits on the sofa unwittingly, accusing Hung of his ruthlessness.
And We covered the eyes with tears, and looked at the lamb to be slaughtered.
This is the second time I’ve been following Mom, or the last coffee shop, or the familiar route, just this one… how is an old man?
I was lying down in the window, holding my hand in the light, trying to make myself see better, a shadow like me, and I ran over.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
That sound?
White? I’m sorry.
I’m just a little kid with a big brain hole, and I can see it.
“Well, now that we’re all enemies, and with the principle of breaking them up, we’re united. I’m sorry.
I nod, I agree.
“We better kill this in the cradle. My dad doesn’t know yet. I hope they’ll be able to pull back to their families. Don’t talk about it with your mother. I’m sorry.
I played him like a grown-up, and he suddenly came to me and said, “My mother died when I was a kid. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know how to answer, and I was prepared to comfort him, but I suddenly reacted.
“Why don’t you agree with him when she’s gone? I’m sorry.
Yeah, what’s my question?
“A man like my father, and my mother, and the rest of the women, they’re probably all out of line and they’re impure! I’m sorry.
How can anyone in this world say that about their father…
I heard it, but it was good. What did my mom do?
“White Road, my name. I’m a little embarrassed that he’s suddenly introduced himself and that he’s 100 degrees ahead.
“Manafan. I’m sorry.
But it’s true that I’m concerned that this dead kid doesn’t know how to be polite.
“The real earth. I’m sorry.
“Mama! I’m sorry.
He stares at me, I stare back, and I eat more than I eat, and I get a 5-year-old kid to bully?
I was thinking about him, and all of a sudden he was holding me in his arms, and he was all over my face, and we were so close that I could see the wool on his face.
I have to say, 25-year-old skin is so reminiscent, it’s so red, it’s so long, it’s so hard to lick…
I’ve pushed the white trail before it began to grow. How can I look at the same man as my mother?
The white trail seemed a little upset to look at me and pointed its finger in the mouth and said, “Hey, saliva. I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry to wipe my mouth.
When he saw him spit his tongue at me, he found out he was playing with him again and was just about to scold him.
“They’re out. Let’s go!”
I’m just coming back and looking at the empty table, noding at the stupid spot and following him out with the bag.
“This is…”
It’s been almost 20 minutes since Mom and his father entered the hotel, and we’re standing in front of the Fountain Hotel.
Shameless!
The white road has a ludicrous saying that the face is red.
“Who are you talking about? Your father is ashamed!”
“The fox! Don’t follow the woman’s path!”
“Bitch, you’re shameless!”
“You! You! Don’t face!”
The white trail is so red and pointed at my nose.
“Yo, you repeat, you lose.”
“Pretty! “No man can say that he is childish, and I say to him what I say to you, and I do it to remove the intimacy.”
We look at each other in an awkward way, and it’s hard to imagine this, after all, being our parents.
After a long silence, I couldn’t help but start talking to him. Twenty minutes, almost? I’m sorry.
I said, twitchingly, try not to look like I’ve never seen one before, but the white trail suddenly gets angry.
“Twenty minutes. Who do you despise?”
After that, he probably felt inappropriate and shut up and pulled me in.
“Hello, sir, miss. Want a big bed? I’m sorry.
And the lady in front asked me politely, and it was only then that I found White Road holding my wrist dead, and the lady in front looked at him like he was in a fire, and thought he was the first-time lover.
He also seemed to be aware of that and had been embarrassed to let go.
“We’re not here for a room. What are the room numbers for Mr. and Ms. Liu? I’m sorry.
The lady at the front desk smiles a little, and it seems like, “I’m sorry, we can’t leak guest information. “It’s not like it’s the only way to make a difference.”
And we both wanted to be theoretical, and then there were two familiar voices.
White?
Fong? I’m sorry.
05
I’ve been sitting here with White Road for half an hour, and if it hadn’t been for the public, we’d both have been hit by each other at the Naho Bridge, hoping to be smart in the next generation.
The texts I saw were really from Uncle White, except they said it was me.
And my mom, she’s just Uncle White’s old classmate.
I, a 30-year-old schoolgirl, working day and night.
White trail, a 25-year-old, who only knows how to stay in his home with a computer and have no social life.
So they exchanged pictures of each other, and they came to the hotel to meet the masters who gave lectures in the city.
Me and White Road are the real “smuggling woman” in this farce.
“Fang Fang! Are you sick? The older you are, the smaller your head is! How could you think about me like that? I’m sorry.
It’s hard for my mom to keep her voice down while she bites my teeth and laughs at Uncle Bai.
“Hey, White Road, did you hit your head with a game? You’ve grown up, you’ve lost your mind! I’m sorry.
I looked at the white trail next to me, and I looked down, and I looked helpless.
When he comes out, it’ll be cold. I’m a senior. I’m responsible.
“Uncle White, I’m sorry, I misunderstood. I’m sorry.
“You’re Fong, right?” Uncle White looked at me and looked so happy, “Yo, it’s so much prettier than the picture, I heard it’s a good study, or a college teacher!” I’m envious to have a girl like you.”
I look at Uncle White’s charity face, and I’m even more ashamed of what he just said at the door.
And the next second, he grabbed my hand.
“Fang Fong, as the master said, you and White are a miracle! Uncle likes you when you have a dozen eyes.
Dad! You didn’t even ask me…”
And Mom pulled the white trail.
“Your mother’s early, your mother’s heart has to be squeezed, “…it hurts to see your child today. If you don’t mind, my family will be a pain. I’m sorry.
The white trail is being said, and I’m blinded by my mother’s operation, and we look at each other, and we laugh in the face.
Far from it, four people, two years old and one younger, held tight and forced to hold hands, like a great and sad alliance.
When I came home that day, my mother beat me up and warned me seriously that if I ruined the marriage, she would make me disappear from the account book!
My mother is the most trusted man…
On the White Road, Uncle White was probably blackmailed.
In short, we have begun an unwanted relationship.
We also agreed to wait until we understood each other before telling our parents that we were not right to refuse.
06
When I got a call from Uncle White, the weather forecast was talking about typhoons and storms these days.
“O Fong, can you help me with my trip these days? I just called him, and I think he’s got a fever and this kid is the least likely to take care of himself. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to say no, I’ll just say yes blindly and call my mom after I hang up.
And my mom said, “You don’t have to come back tonight. If you call again, you’re not in the service area.
I’ve been on the phone for a long time, and I’ve had to groan, and I went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for White Road, and I went to his house to buy food.
But when the sky did not wish for me, and I painted a fine make-up, and it was so grinding in the storm that when the white trail opened his door, he only lamented, and took out a few hundred pieces of his wallet and put it in my arms, and took my food and medicine into the house, and confined me to the outside.
He treated me like a delivery boy?
I hit the door with the strength of Snow Aunt and lifted my own hair before the white trail turned on its eyebrow.
White Road! It’s me!
He looked at me up and down, and it was clear that he was finally aware of the harsh weather conditions outside at this moment and had to move on to let me in.
“Go and take a shower. Don’t catch cold. It’s getting worse. * The white trail threw a towel over my head while ignoring me *
I’m holding my chest and my clothes are dripping. He seemed to see through my embarrassment, coughed a little, came in and took a big T-shirt and threw it over.
“Put mine on, new. I couldn’t believe how good he was to me, but he misunderstood my eyes and took a few steps. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
After taking a bath, he made white porridge for the white trail and fed him his medicine, he must have informed him in advance, and his bed was packed for me.
“Sleep, White Road. Stop watching TV. “I packed a bowl of chopsticks, and he said, “He didn’t make a sound, and I turned back and met his eyes, and he moved away and touched the remote control on the couch.
“What’s wrong? “I looked at myself, nothing was wrong.
He saw me staring at him, and he kept talking.
“The legs are so thick. I’m sorry.
I’m supposed to put cream in the porridge, not sugar!
When I packed my things, I went into my room and laid down, and some of my beds were made, and the video was grinding to twelve. It was a bit of a sleepover, and there was a noise of glass in the living room, and one of my carp jumped up and jumped into the living room, and it was just a white trail.
I’m pulling hard, I’m six feet old, I’m dragging this big guy to the couch.
I shot him in the face. I had a fever.
He took some medicine, and for a while he opened his eyes blindfolded.
“The White Path? Better?” I whispered, “He looked at me and recognized me.”
“The Van Fong”? Are you trying to misbehave me? “I looked at this dead kid with a black eye, and the first thing I woke up was to care about my innocence.
I don’t care about him. He just got up and changed his towel and he grabbed me.
He’s right in front of me, the little red-faced face, the thin lips, the eyes of my eyes, “Don’t go, I don’t want you to go. Stay…”
Is that a confession?
We don’t know each other well, but in this face, this young body, I can’t.
But we’re five!
I was in the middle of an eye-to-heart and an ethical struggle, and then the white trail came and said, “Mom, don’t go.”
Mom?
He didn’t want me to slap him in the back, like the girls in the TV show.
I punched him in the stomach, and his eyes were wide open. I’m sorry.
I grabbed his chin, and he was a little blindfolded by my strange anger.
I squeezed him in his mouth, I suppressed my heart, swallowed his mouth, and said, “Call, sister, sister! I’m sorry.
Sister! Sister!
It was with satisfaction that I let him go, kept him in a towel, and he was so weak, and soon fell asleep, sleeping in his mouth and shouting, “Sister…sister…”
Hey, who can live with this?
That’s it. I stayed at White Road for a few days, and he didn’t seem to have a grudge, he just loved my cooking.
To take advantage of him, We forced him to call me sister for a long time, and he made his call easy.
The last night, White Road’s net stopped, and I was bored, and I made some good food, and I brought out some beer, and I made a movie night.
When I saw the white trail turn on that disc that I hadn’t seen for a long time, I was stuck in my mouth. I almost got sent away by a duck…
When the white trail sat down, I missed the initial subtitle, and I didn’t know if I should tell him he had the wrong CD, or if he’d found out.
It wasn’t until the two men on the screen were entangled and the white trail sprayed a beer out of it that I was unconsciously looking at.
Naturally, I don’t want to let go of a face I’ve never seen before, but I’m just going to talk to him.
“Bitch, you know that the golden bottle of plum is our first world novel, with a high degree of literature, a character, and the first linguism in the language…”
“Man Fong, are you sure you want to tell him about the literary value of this porno while you’re watching porn with a boy? I’m sorry.
I swallowed it and whispered, “What else can I do?”
Of course it was…
It’s just…
The two of us were drinking beer, and we watched the whole gold bottle.
I don’t know when to sleep, but when I woke up in the morning and saw my face on the white road, my heart seemed to be scared and strung up to check for the integrity of my clothes.
I woke him up, looked at the white trail, and I was in a hurry to explain:
Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything! We’re not trying to get away with this! I’m sorry.
“Look at your pants. I’m not moving. I’m not doing anything! I’m sorry.
The white trail scratched its head and looked at me with a bird’s nest, far away from him and lazily smiled.
“I’m the one who should explain, right, sister? Don’t worry, I put you to bed, of course I know. I’m sorry.
I was relieved, sitting down on my bed, wearing a hangover’s head, and my head was like a bucket of mud in it, and it was so heavy and so heavy that the white trail said, “Sister, let’s try it. When I thought I wasn’t awake.
07
I couldn’t believe it.
“Do you play games?”
Today he is wearing a grey sports uniform and is skilled in driving.
“No…” I shake my head, but he doesn’t care, “It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Let’s turn it on. I’m sorry.
The first time I came to the Internet cafe, the machine did look different from the one in the house, and I looked around, and I found out that everybody had pressed a silver button to turn it on.
I looked for the same button on my right hand for half a day, and then I pressed it, but the screen was still moving, and I tried to push it a few times or not, and I was just going to tell White Road, and I found him looking at me with his head on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sister, you pressed my switch. I’m sorry.
I’m just shaking. I mean, his screen is dark.
“Sit down. “I was just about to get up and look again, and he put one hand on my shoulder, and he put me on my seat, and he put half his body on me, and I found the silver switch that belonged to me.
Just for a second, my screen is on.
I held my breath, and the necklace on his neck fell in my eyes, and I looked up and down at the twirling throat, and I swallowed my mouth.
“Have you learned?” He was so close to me, I pulled my stool back, noded my head in red, he dazzled, laughed and dragged me back and pulled him back close.
“That’s far away, but you won’t learn.”
In the next few days, White Road carefully taught me a game called LOL, where my character was a redhead, Lori with a bear, and I kind of knew where to start, and I just lit a light button.
“Well, did you order a teammate with Ben? I’m sorry.
I was stunned. I thought I made a big mistake. “What do you mean, I’m dead? I’m sorry.
And then the white trail smiled, “The game hasn’t started yet. Relax, sister, it’s just an Internet cafe. Besides, I’m here. I’m sorry.
It’s a game, but I don’t know how, but when White Road said it, my heart was filled with sweetness, and I seemed to understand a little bit about the girls in the class.
“What do you think? You go the middle way. I’m sorry.
White Road said one word and I said, “Oh, two, I bought one of the prettiest blue crystals in the equipment bar, and I put my little bear to death.”
Less than 10 minutes from the start, I’ve been waiting for the resurrection for half of the time, and I can only look at the white trail’s computer. I have to say, this guy is really good, I’m dead five times back, and he didn’t die at all.
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“Huh? Nothing, I… I’m hanging up. I’m sorry.
White Road looks at my screen, “It’s okay, first time, five times dead is good. I’m sorry.
I looked at the other teammates’ performance, “Really? I’m sorry.
“Fake, stupid. “The white trail coughed, and I looked at him, and the kid wasn’t a liar.
As I was about to take out the bear again, there was a sarcasm across the lower left corner.
Even if I don’t play anymore, I’m a little bit eccentric, and I’m just going to turn around and say, “I don’t play anymore, but there’s another white road on the lower left.”
“Touch her again. I’m sorry.
To be honest, when I was my age, it would have been a long time before I had been immune, but it didn’t have to come from such a handsome guy.
That’s what this looks like.
For the next half-hour, whether I’m going to the grass, or I’m going to the other side’s tower, the white trail is all over me, and I don’t know how he’s doing, but I feel a real sense of security in a game.
I can’t stop my mouth and my eyes are watching the white trail.
It’s nice of him to play the game with his long, long lashes, a little lazy, not to shout like everyone else in the Internet cafe, but to be ashamed of. His finger was white and long, and the sound of knocking on the keyboard was just a soft crack.
I can’t believe I’m a little obsessed with winning.
Next time you play a sidekick, just follow me. I’m sorry.
I was just about to say something and suddenly heard a few familiar voices coming out of the back.
“Damn, I beat Annie to shit. EZ jumped out! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, Annie’s real. What’s your name, little fairy? Ha-ha, that’s a good technique. I’m sorry.
I looked at my I.D., and that’s how it came out. These two guys, they just put me on the ground to rub it.
The white trail seemed to be unsatisfied, as I was just about to stand up and speak for me, but I held him in peace and suggested that he sit down.
“I’ll do it. “And I looked at him with tenderness, and in his shocking eyes stood up and swung my hair, and walked towards them.
08
“Fang Keung. Li Tianshang. I’m sorry.
“Who calls me?” “Who calls me?”
And they turned back with their faces in their faces, and when they saw me, they had their mouths, and I was about to run, and I was there, and I took off their headsets, and lay down in their ears, whispering.
“Fang Keung, didn’t you tell me yesterday that your hamster is dead, that you’re going to be filial for three days and you can’t come out to class? I’m sorry.
“Assy, didn’t you say you went to the funeral of a hamster? I’m sorry.
Fong is crying and crying like he’s pathetic. Mr. Man, we’re all in college. Why do you care? I’m sorry.
I said, “You’re in heaven. I’m in heaven! Get back to class, or you’ll lose all your credits! I’m sorry.
I took out the killer, and the next second they cried and ran out with the bag.
I had to run across the street and look at my white trail, and he seemed to be laughing at me, even though he had a mask and his eyes were bending.
“It’s bad luck for them to be beaten up by you and to meet a teacher in real life.” I licked ice cream and talked about the Ulong incident with White Road.
“You’re good, I’m good at magic, you’re straight through the physics,” and the white trail smiles at me, and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but his face sounds like he’s listening.
That night, I was in my own house and on the white trail, and I couldn’t hear his voice without his headphones, and I had to type on the screen.
After I died three times, the name of the white trail suddenly appeared on the screen in the lower left corner.
“Be careful behind me. I’m sorry.
I kept my mouth shut, forced myself not to laugh, and then I played a “um.”
But the next half of the game, I was dead again, and after the white trail came back from the middle, I watched him turn around and around next to my hero, and then I slowly hit a line.
“Who has bullied you?”
I made a crying look, “I don’t know, they just cut me up…”
And for the next half hour, the white trail was like a red eye, and as soon as it came out across the street, there was a new line on the screen: “It’s too bad to have such a wife-guarding demon.” I’m sorry.
My heart is blooming. He must have seen it too. That’s a default?
09
This day, White Road came to see me at school.
“I play the game on Saturday, live on the air, I left you one. Come on. I’m sorry.
I suppressed the joy of my heart and pretended to consider it, “Okay, I’ll look at time. I’m sorry.
He seemed to see my mind, and he started laughing again, and in the sun, the two of us laughed like two little fools until my bunch of thousands of knives came out of nowhere.
“Aah! It’s White! I’m sorry.
“It’s really White! I’m a big fan of yours! Sign it! I’m sorry.
“Ah! Honey! I love you! I’m sorry.
I was squeezed out by a group of people so that I could pull my hand in a white light, but that was how it got quiet.
My brain is running at speed. After all, white trails are so much smaller than me. Is this going to have any effect on my image of being a teacher? Are these girls against me?
But the next second, when I really overestimated my abilities.
“Whoa! I love you so much.
Honor, honor and honor?
I said, “Thank you for writing this girl’s name plate and saying goodbye.
On the day of the competition, I wore a jeans and tried to make myself younger.
As soon as I got there, I saw the white trail in the middle of the road surrounded by a crowd, and I was embarrassed to wave, and he did not see it. I had to sit in a corner, and I was touching the tickets, and I was covered in a shadow.
“Why are you sitting here? “The white trail stands before me in black training clothes.
“You saw me?”
“Ah, you saw it as soon as you came in. * I looked at myself in the eyes of the white trail, and I pulled the horns and pulled down. *
“Oh, it’s hot, and I’m…”
White Road looked at me, and he laughed, and he said in my ear, “No, your leg, it looks good. I’m sorry.
Before I could speak, the white trail took my hand to the first row.
“I gave you the ticket, but Chief Vip, you’re so bad, this time you’ll have to come closer and learn.” He said, “Touch my head and get back in the middle of the crowd.”
I said to myself in my heart: “That’s it, that’s it, that’s it.”
The game was live, and I looked at the windows on the phone, and they were a compliment to the White Road, and it was a hymn, and it came back a couple of times.
“That’s the level of the national uniform?” I beat you better! “What kind of international player is this? I’m sorry.
I looked in front of him on the white side of the game, and I thought of him in all his games, and I thought it was time to repay him!
So I lifted up my sleeves, and my mouth smirked and laughed, and I used what I had learned all my life, and I scolded people with no dirty words, and sent them to me.
They’re all keyboard elites, and they’re fans of the White Road, and this wave is going to turn the screen back into a white trail.
“You’re such a toad looking for frogs. I’m sorry.
“The White Path”? You’re such an old pig with a bra. I’m sorry.
“Please, do you learn how to stick an antenna into an antenna? I’m sorry.
“Come on, you fight with me. You fight with me, I’m entitled to say my little white boy! I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
And when I look up again, I’m like, “Victory” comes up in my eyelids, and the white trail wins again, and I get up and I look like a white trail at me.
That moment, I know, this little milk dog, I’m about to set.
10
White Road turned down the party and I took him home. On the way, he must have been tired and fell asleep on the co-pilot.
I couldn’t stand to wake him up and sit with him for over an hour in the garage.
He finally woke up at 9:00 p.m.
Nine o’clock! ”He packed his things in a fire, pulled the door down and came back and pulled me down.
“What’s your hurry? He didn’t explain it to me, but he dragged me all the way back to his house.
Pushing the door, the petals all over the ground, the white trail running over to check for dinner.
“Oh, my God, it’s getting cold. I’m sorry, sister, I wanted to surprise you. I’m sorry.
He’s holding his head. It’s so cute. I went over there to pick up the wine. “It’s still wine. I’m sorry.
I was just going to turn around, and he pulled me in the arms, and we were close to the chest, and he whispered, “But I don’t want to eat. I’m sorry.
I was a little nervous and I pushed him away, and I lifted up the wine in his hand, “Then drink. I’m sorry.
He smiled again and went into the house and changed his clothes so that I could pour wine into the cup.
He looked at me with a big glass of red wine, and he said, “Sister likes to drink… I’m sorry.
You’ve had a sip of yourself.
I was so overwhelmed by him that I had to look around and pick up the subject, “Hey, Uncle White isn’t home? I’m sorry.
“He doesn’t live here. I’m sorry.
You don’t live here?
When I turned around, the white trail was staring at me with a heart, and I was in a panic with no one but a big mouth.
The wine is so bold, I’ll be up in a little while, and the white trail is smiling at me.
“Why do you think I’m so big and we’re together? I held him in front of my drink.
“Sister is so cute, it’s hard not to like. Besides, I like the way my sister looks after me, and that’s how I feel. Besides, my parents’ lives, the media, I’m more traditional. I’m sorry.
“Are you trying to say I’m like your mother again? I’m telling you, don’t have a relationship with your mother! I’m sorry.
He was laughing at me, dropping down his glass, coming to hold me, holding my chin like I held his chin that night.
“Mrs. Fanfang, I solemnly tell you that you’re my favorite girl, not my mother. I’m sorry.
I looked at his youthful face and suddenly felt a little sad and said, “But I was five years older than you…”
He grabbed me in the face and my mouth was squeezed.
“Five years old, you can paint a screen for me, play a game, and I can make a living for you. Besides, my family Fang, it’s not old at all. I’m sorry.
He said that his eyes were suddenly moving down, staring at my mouth, and kissing.
This kiss, so entangled…
It took him some time before he let me go, I was breathing, I was paralyzing on the couch, and he seemed a little ecstatic to me.
“Imbecile, how to block your mouth, and you don’t know how to breathe through your nose and almost choke yourself!” His fingertips were about my long hair. I’m sorry.
“You, you’re very skilled. “I’m so angry that a sense of defeat to my brother is in my chest.
But he’s down, and his voice is dumb and he’s confused.
I’m dead.
I’m not going too far, I’m going to push him softly, “Get up, I’m going to make some dinner, and I’m going to get a stomachache if I drink. I’m sorry.
He looked down at me and he smiled, “I was a little hungry, but I wanted to eat something else. I’m sorry.
I sensed him holding his chest with his hand, a little staggered, “Are you tired today or not? I’m sorry.
“I slept in the car. I’m sorry.
“Then I’ll bring you a snack, sweet one, you love it! ‘Seeing that he hesitated, I tried to push him away while he was back on the couch.’
I’d like to say something, but he’s got another bite on his mouth.
“Sister here, it’s sweet. I’m sorry.
It’s five years. When I regret it, it’s probably the day I sit on a stool in a nursing home.
Who’s afraid of sleeping? Come on, brother!
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Author: Quantified Jean
Document number: YX01YM5NJy75Y4NVP
Published in 2022-04-18 17:54 Prohibition of Reproduction
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