After the divorce, the best ex-husband said to the camera:
“I don’t like scabs. I’m sorry.
Next second:
“A wife, taste this. Orange.”
I said, “…it’s the orange smell.”
I’m sorry.
I hate couples with no sense of proportionality!
I’m divorced.
It’s because Song has lost our petals while I’m recording the show!
It’s hot, it’s spicy, it’s a poor, lonely rat walking in a three-story villa.
It was crushed to shreds by Song’s assistant.
It doesn’t even have time to meet its dear mother, and it’s being poisoned by its father– crack!
Kicked into the cupboard.
And when I found it, it looked at me as though it was a great burden to speak to me.
So I asked Song:
“What do you think of the Pie Boy?” I’m sorry.
“I went to the hospital today…”
“Then why don’t you just watch it? I’m sorry.
“Honey, I went to the hospital today.”
I said, “Do you know what I’m asking? I’m sorry.
“Did you get the point? I’m sorry.
A joke. Can I get the point?
I looked at the words of Song in anger, my hands shivering in my arms, and cried out loud and bitterly:
“You just don’t want to be responsible! I’m sorry.
“Marriage! Honey, I want a divorce! I’m sorry.
And then we got divorced and smiled.
The next day, 6:08 minutes and 7 seconds, the microblog pops up on time:
SONG V: Bye-bye, you piece of shit.
Bye-bye, Scumbag who doesn’t want to be responsible for rats.
In a moment, microblogging blew up the pot and the marketing code started to work with tears.
# Tang Se Song # Marriage
# Song Scum
Even…
# A rat, a family destroyed
But our cp is not weird, and even one of my big fans commented on it in the voice of Song:
Brother, what kind of rat? I’m sorry.
I’ve got orange lollipops and I’m going to say:
“Macaroni, sweet old. I’m sorry.
When it came out, I looked at the phone screen, half-wielding, and I looked at the ceiling with tears.
Too milky, I forgot the trumpet, 5555555555…
The phone screen was lit up and I looked down.
“Sister-in-law, can you get Brother Song back from under your tweet?” I’m sorry.
“Sister-in-law, your brother is in trouble in your comment section. Go get him. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
“What happened to the couple? You ran off to your comment section? I’m sorry.
“I hate couples who don’t have a sense of proportionality.”
“Divorced? This is Su Eun-ai! I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
My tweets are confused, and Song is scolding my black powder.
The scene, the raging, the firecrackers, the red flags, the people!
Black powder: “I told you Tangse would be dumped. She was so hot, she hit her face. I’m sorry.
“My wife can’t rub my ass?” What part of me is not her? I’m sorry.
Black powder: “I was divorced, and I knew Tang Poe didn’t deserve Song.” I’m sorry.
SONG: “Did you see my divorce?” The divorce papers dumped your face? Go and see if you’re sick. Don’t bark in here. It’s your fault to hurt people across the wire. I’m sorry.
Black powder: QwQ
I’m gonna have to make a three-room room for this guy.
The next second, the bathroom door opens, and I look back and give my lovely agent a gesture:
“Hey! Arthur.
The agent came to me faceless and threw a towel over my head.
I cried out with a wet towel:
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Zhang Jojo: Don’t let me see you. It’s easy. I’m sorry.
I said, Zhang, she’s divorced. I’m sorry.
Zhang Lengless, Jojo: “Where are the divorce papers? I’m sorry.
Well…
After the usual silence, Zhang Jojo’s voice rose sharply:
“Yo! There won’t be a verbal divorce, will there? I’m sorry.
The next second, she was coming up, with her eyes open, and she looked like a zombie:
“I used to have two little meats in my arms last night, and you ran 10 miles on a phone with me on a shared bike, and you and your hairy, allergy, and I came home with your scoundrel. I’m sorry.
A Rap speech, I strangled my neck and looked at someone who was about to change:
“Yo! Yo! Is that a single bet? I’m sorry.
Zhang Jojo:
“Get out of here!”
Half an hour later, I appeared with the rat in my arms in front of Song.
Zhang Jojo grabbed my neck and threw me in Song’s arms.
Song frowns his eyes around me and looks dissatisfied to Chang Jojo.
Joe Chang is scared?
Yeah, she’s scared.
There was a moment of lowness, and I covered my eyes, and I looked up to Song’s narrated jaw, and he seemed to feel something, and I looked down.
In contrast, there is a growing emotion between us.
Just as he had his eyes closed and his head down, I blinked and my red lips were light:
“Songword. I’m sorry.
“Song’s in shape.”
“You have snacks in your eyes. I’m sorry.
The words “…”
Zhang Jojo:
And just that moment, the sound of Song’s teeth was so clear.
I’ve been round and round and round, and I’ve been put back in the agent’s arms.
Looking at the back of the car without mercy, I lifted up my hands and complained to Zhang Jojo:
“Did this man keep his New Year?”
Zhang Jojo: “This. I’m sorry.
I said, “Well? I’m sorry.
Smile, ing.
That night, I was at the Starlight Festival in a blue fish tail dress.
Under the flashlight, I smiled on the side 45 degrees and showed my perfect face,
All of a sudden, the lights changed direction, and I turned and looked, and the gas bit a silver tooth.
The one in Song, with a tall suit, a pair of silver silk glasses, a light blue tail, a long, long finger to the frame, and a nice, warm-tempered twirl, but with a thin, loose twig.
He’s pretty, he’s got a body, just standing there, and he takes everyone’s flash, light, light!
The red carpet was tedious and suffocated, and a reporter later asked me:
“What do you think of your divorce after the divorce? I’m sorry.
I heard that I raised my head right away, with a thread in my hair, and I opened my mouth:
“Sou is divorced? When? How could I not know? I’m sorry.
If it had not been for the camera, I would have made it clear to them, and then the look that people were looking forward to would have faded away, and I knew it would be.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
Back in the car, Zhang put his faceless phone on me.
She was looking at the storm, like she was going to eat me the next minute.
“Is it true that you and Tang Si have been divorced online? I’m sorry.
Under the light, the handsome face of Song is so clear that he can only raise his hand a little, exposes the wedding ring to the camera, and lightly turns his lips:
“Yes. I’m sorry.
A silver eyeglass flashes, a peach eye lifts, and a tear mole hides behind a mirror, and that face attracts everyone.
And at this point, everyone was watching the wedding ring in Song’s hand, and he fell into silence.
For a while, someone stood up and asked:
“So, you’ve given up on this relationship? I’m sorry.
I hear the words “song” are soft and soft, and the finger reached out to deny the man:
“Nono, we’re not young. I’m sorry.
“What’s that?”
I’ve been through it, and I’ve even thought about it:
“Uh, should be, college classmates. I’m sorry.
Sexy lips tick, continue:
“In high school, in middle school, in primary school, in kindergarten, in kindergarten, we weren’t together because she was too young, and then I left a first class and she caught up with me. I’m sorry.
As soon as the tone fell, the scene fell into silence.
Reporter: God fucking isn’t young.
I don’t know what the point is.
I hold my cell phone and my mouth opens up a smile.
When I was born, my mother named me Tang Poe.
Tangse-Song.
They said we were born a couple.
And we did grow up with each other, as both mothers wanted.
Yet in 24 years of my life, I have known few male friends.
That’s the word for it. Before me, I killed all my peach blossoms.
Later, Song was famous in the show, and 19-year-olds were standing under a flashlight, with the smell of youth all over their bodies.
I sat in front of the TV, and I watched the teenagers flash on stage.
The young horse was drunk, and I was his number one fan.
Love rises with the wind and does not come back.
Then, at my bar mitzvah, 19-year-old Song in a suit standing in the sun, and with his eyes full of stars under his silver glasses, he came to me and put on the sapphire necklace he worked so hard to buy for me.
He bends over and kisses my hand with his heart and his voice smiles:
“Happy birthday, My Queen. I’m sorry.
And that year, when the idols appeared, and the images of the Sven became deep into the hearts of the people, every time he appeared, I loved him.
The 20-year-old Song has begun to walk the stage, and that year he received the Best New Humanity Award in the image of a young man who died of drug addiction and hatred.
The day he won the prize, he was rarely drunk and held me in his dream.
That picture was taken by paparazzi, and the following day the rumours were flying and the performance of Song was blocked.
So long as he clarified, the situation would be under control.
But he kept me from his agent and brought me into his world.
“She’s my lover. Her name is Tangse. In 53 years, Tang Song had the shadow of Tang Poe, and Song was forever Tang Poe. That’s the answer I give you. I’m sorry.
I was prepared to be a stranger.
Some of the fans were disappointed to leave while the Lord sat in the chair and complained that I could not catch the point.
I could actually grab it, and at the moment he said he liked me, I was happy to crush his hand and cry.
Then we were right together and then the speed of time became fast.
In the following year, a television show in honour of Song, he jumped to the top and became the star of tomorrow with his bare hands.
He left a message in his interview at the time:
“I am sorry to be praised by the public in this way, but I am glad that, in this new era, I have the right to pay tribute to them for the pain and struggle that I have displayed, perhaps less than one million of those of that time. Thank you for your hospitality, and I am honoured. I’m sorry.
And then I sat in front of the TV and cried.
22-year-old Song cannot be said to be known as the famous one.
But he rarely went into love, and the moment he appeared, the ratings rose sharply.
Emmm… if you ignore me next to him.
I was stripped of my identity that year, and my home address was shown in front of people, and I always got some delivery with blades in front of the clear and cold door.
So Song took me to the camera, and he held my hand tight and said to the people who were shocked in the house:
“Hello, I’m Song. This is my girlfriend Tangse. I’m sorry.
It was my first time in this circle.
Think back, I look at Jojo and smile like a bunch of big white teeth.
And I said: Sister, how handsome is Song!
Zhang Jojo is speechless and is holding his hand over his eyes:
Tang Poe.
“You really are my ancestor. I’m sorry.
These days, two brokers have been busy with me and Song.
But we’re like two wires that break and nobody leaves.
As a matter of fact, the two dogs had a fight, which doesn’t mean they’ll split up.
But there are people who are affected, such as Jojo Chang.
I smiled, and I stomped on the shoulders of the big agent, and I made fun of her:
Sister, isn’t Song not handsome? I’m sorry.
Zhang Jojo, a river lion shouts:
“Beautiful! You’re the most handsome man! So get me some clarification! I’m sorry.
Clarification = Deny divorce = compromise = apology
How is that possible?
I have a pathetic look at Zhang Jojo.
“No, I don’t!”
“…”
Zhang Jojo pushed me under the car and Mabahyan grew up and left a beautiful tail…
I was standing there looking at the missing car and trying to keep it:
“Joejo Chang… your phone is still with me…”
One day I was left in place by two people, and my shame reached its peak, staring at Zhang Jojo’s phone with an evil smile.
And at that point, there was a smile behind my back, and I turned back, and I looked at the smileful eyes.
Song.
He put his suit on his shoulder and leaned by his car to see my face.
He snuggled at me, and then opened the door, bending over and making a “please” move.
There’s no way he can hide the scoundrel in his bones.
I was bowed, and I sat in the car, and then I opened my eyes in the light of the words:
“Thank you, ex-husband. I’m sorry.
SONG: Smileing ing-
At 2:00 a.m., Zhang Jojo’s little meats got a group text:
“Welcome to my fish pond, my dears.”
I have participated in two programmes as an observer.
The programme is live and exposes the issue of marriage to the public.
And I’ve been on these two shows, and I’ve been feeling the guns and arrows of marriage.
Song didn’t give it to me. I saw it all on the show.
Big Director Zhao Zhu Zhu has been CPU his beautiful wife Jiang Yan-han has no beauty and her good life depends on him.
SONG Yang ‘ s constant lack of care for his actor ‘ s wife, Seo-hyun, resulted in a constant sense of insecurity that eventually erupted in silence.
If she remained committed to free marriage, her husband’s CEO of Starlight Group believed that it was the result of irresponsible marriage.
They broke out in one compromise, lingered in trust and mistrust.
And I’m with a flaming man, and I’m going to pay for everything.
The theme of the third issue of the show is “Know Your Heart.”
I blinked to see the scenery and saw the sour eyes, turning towards the big broker with a blindfold.
Zhang Jojo hasn’t spoken to me since he got on the plane.
Zhang. I’m sorry.
I whispered to her, and her men moved, but they ignored me.
I snob and whisper to Jojo Zhang’s ear:
“I bought you the latest horse bag. Aren’t you going to watch it? I’m sorry.
“Cough…”
Zhang Jo Jo’s little ear moves, sit straight, take off his blindfold and show a full line of teeth:
“Dang Big Star, did you just call me? I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry.
And I showed a standard smile, and I pulled the blindfold on my head and turned her head:
I believe in you.
I just don’t get the point.
After we got to the scene.
However, before recording, staff members kept looking at me, and I looked back and couldn’t find my eyes.
I sat on the couch waiting for the moderator to announce a new issue.
Before the announcement, however, the facilitator’s eyes looked at me from time to time, and I looked in the eye and I didn’t know why.
“Well, there’s a gentleman who offered himself to settle with his wife, uh…”
Everyone was looking at the moderator in a confused way, and the facilitator was still looking at me and he was panicking and rubbing his forehead.
I said, “Well, what am I doing?”
“To solve the problem of focus, please! I’m sorry.
What? I’m sorry.
There was a thunderbolt and everyone was standing there.
Direct explosions in the air:
“Shit, fuck! He’s coming! He’s coming! I’m sorry.
“To get Tangse to the point, my brother even caught up with the show. I’m sorry.
“Please, Tangse’s face is so ugly, ha ha ha ha…”
“Oh, who knows, isn’t it a divorce? I’m sorry.
I’m waiting to see that my director has not been informed, and I’m looking for answers.
And the director waved at me to show peace.
With all due attention, the word Song appears.
Today, he is in a casual dress, and the tear moles of his eye horns are dressed as stars, and he sings his famous song, and he stands on the stage with a sparkling glow, and wins the applause of all.
He was born on stage.
At the end of the song, the Song came to me, reached out to me, and I smiled and held his hand, standing side by side with him.
The next moment, music becomes slow and gentle, and this song is rarely known, because its publisher, the Song, does not promote it.
White Head. He wrote me a song.
I belong to him.
“I don’t know! White Head!”
“Made’s touched.
Song! Song! Song!
And when the song was over, we bowed together and gave a warm hand, and I cast the red rose necklace between the necks.
So in the eyes of the people, my face was filled with questions:
“Shou, your chain is so beautiful! I’m sorry.
People:
QwQ…
“You’re laughing at me, and she still doesn’t know the point…”
“My heart hurts my brother for three seconds…”
“It’s stupid, huh?”
“Shut up upstairs and tell the truth. I’m sorry.
Promised to touch the necklace in the neck.
“This is what my British friend John bought me. If I like poetry, I’ll introduce you to it. I’m sorry.
With my hand in my hand, I sensed it coming from all around me, especially from the bad eyes of Jin-woo, laughing at my hand:
“No, thank you, Shih. Love you.”
The first activity organized by the programme group, the couple’s pottery matchmaking.
I just got used to the fact that I was a guest of honor from an observer, and I saw the funny way in which Song was trying to get me drawings from the dirt.
It’s easier for a rookie.
I yelled for gas and watched the Song word roll out of the mud.
And then he turned his back with his face full of mud and his two blind eyes.
I’m standing out on the field and swaying with the hyena.
And he laughed, and he showed a row of white teeth, and he came up and held me, and he rubbed my cheek.
“To paste…”
“Go away, ah ha ha…”
I hid myself, and ended up in the mud with him.
The laughter was full of mud.
I thought, at least in that moment, the couple started to warm up.
Through the unremitting efforts of Song, we finally got the hard drawings.
I have a temper.
I smiled and wiped out the mud on Song’s face.
“The little party…
I don’t like it.
“I’ll see you guys show you. I’m sorry.
I smiled a little and corrected him:
“Good ex-husband. I’m sorry.
“Huh…”
But…
I found that Song had a unique talent in pottery, and he made a vase between moments.
I looked at the gruesome clay and started asking my teacher:
“Sir, we’re not going to be the last one…”
The teacher, Seo Seo-wook, smiled at the shoddy egg of Songyang.
“Maybe there’s light in the world, maybe. I’m sorry.
SONG SONG SLEEPS ON MY FACE, AND THE GHOSTS IS HOPE…
I look at that shit: uh… any hope?
Zhao Zhu’s grave suddenly pushed Zhang Zhang from the bench when he was the last of the two families.
The big director rises and accuses his wife of being a waste of nothing.
When Song was trying to grab my shoulder, I went to hide, flew to Chiang-han, hugged her and shouted:
“That’s enough! She’s your wife!”
Zhao Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu
“What does it matter if I educate my wife? I’m sorry.
The SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SONG SINGLE:
“Sir Zhao, we’re still recording the show. Don’t be so stiff. I’m sorry.
Zhao Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu
“Actor Song, take care of your wife. She’s behind you. I’m sorry.
There’s a quiet situation on the scene.
I keep my head down and my fists hold tight.
I walked into the circle with Song words, so everyone could laugh at me about it.
They describe me in the words of Song, my name, always linked to Song.
My voice covered him up when he was about to rebut him.
“Of course I don’t know! My husband wouldn’t laugh at me in public because I wouldn’t do a thing, he wouldn’t give up on me because I was allergic to seafood, and he wouldn’t give me anything to devalue my life! I’m sorry.
I complained to him with tears in my eyes:
“You’re a bad man who wants to control her life! I’m sorry.
I will not be humbled by everything that Song has given me, because we have never belonged to one another.
Promised to bend over and lift up Chiang’s cover, she smiled to wipe away the tears of Chiang’s cover and took her soft hands:
“We belong to ourselves, so at this point, I always thank my husband for his tolerance. I’m sorry.
It’s starting to end here, because everyone’s beginning to go out together.
From ancient times until now, violent domestic men will never receive understanding and support.
The final result ended with an apology from Zhao’s grave, and the festivities ended, and I think Chiang has her answer.
After dinner, everyone started recording the last one, seven questions for couples.
I sat side by side with Song, opposite by the facilitator who had endured a day of change but remained in office.
The host smiled and asked us:
“Donse couldn’t find the point. Who found it first? I’m sorry.
Under the lens, I tried to smile and keep my manners, and my hands under my sleeve were wringing the little arm of Song.
Soong-song put his hand on my shoulder and pointed to the camera:
“How can we be so big in poetry that we can’t figure it out? I’m sorry.
I’m:
Netizen:
“Did you forget why this guy came? I’m sorry.
“I’m laughing, host: eyes staring like copper bells…”
“They’re divorced every day. I’m sorry.
“Upstairs, their CP powder has changed its name to hard mouth, ha ha ha ha ha.”
The first person I found was my junior high school teacher.
It was after the first simulation, the summer wind turned to us in the classroom.
We’ll take another note to deal with the next simulation.
The language teacher is a young man with a small head. Why else would his glasses always slip to the tip of his nose?
He spoke of Li’s No Questions and the sound of poetry.
And I sat in the first row and heard him say,
“Springs to the end of the dead, candles to the ashes to dry.
So I painted a pentagon star that I thought was perfect in the eyes of the language teacher, in the eyes of the hymns, in the “Smallglasses but the Dark Clouds” and in the dark.
The next day, this young man from Mango appeared in my house.
When Song and I were swinging, the conversation in the house quickly drew our attention:
“Mother Tangse, I wonder why Tangse’s language is so bad, this simulation has even passed the grid, and then I realized it’s because Tang Poe’s not holding the point…”
My mom was supposed to listen down, not wait for the teacher to finish, and she looked up, and we heard my mom say,
“What? We failed in poetry! I’m sorry.
“…”
“I won’t talk again until Tang Po’s father returns.” I’m sorry.
That’s right.
The answer to Song’s question left the host no choice but to laugh and jump to the next question:
“So, before we were together, were we all idealizing each other? I’m sorry.
The hands of Song’s sugar tweezer paper are in place.
“I don’t like scabs. I’m sorry.
And the next second, the sweet, orange-sweet mouths, the hyenas of Song’s eyelids, asked me:
“A wife, taste this. Orange.”
I’ll take it and correct him:
It’s orange.
“I hate couples who don’t have a sense of proportionality!” I’m sorry.
“I’ve come to answer to my brother: I don’t like scabs because my wife is a scab. I’m sorry.
“Smiling ing. I’m sorry.
A series of sculptor responses has dramatically increased the ratings of our live booths.
“The sky has collapsed and the words of Tangse Song are held back.” I’m sorry.
The host almost squeezed from his teeth:
“So, uh, what do you think of each other?”
I said, “Song Sing, Sing.”
Having received a satisfactory answer, the moderator immediately fell asleep and said:
“As for Ha ha ha, we’re talking about fishing. Ha ha ha ha.”
I had a lollipop, and I swayed out my finger and corrected him like I did the Song word:
“No, the sculptor, ha ha…”
Moderator: Thank you for your explanation.
The night of the moonlight, the solo host was in the wind.
After the recording, Song followed me all the way back to the hotel, crawling in and holding me in my arms the moment I closed the door.
He kissed my sensitive earlobe, and I hid and said nothing.
“Not happy?”
I still didn’t say a word, so I groaned and held me to the chair, and my hands stuck me in it:
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
“I shouldn’t just say things like divorce. I’m sorry.
And I blinked, and I said, “Go on, you can’t smile.”
“I shouldn’t have left Pippa at home alone until the day after the fight. I’m sorry.
I hear I shake my head, my hands on his cheek, and I whisper to him:
“Songword. I’m sorry.
“I’m here. I’m sorry.
“I’m just mad at you for saying things like divorce. How could you say that so easily? I’m sorry.
And his index finger lighted his chest, and the tails of the hymns covered the red light of the stars, and he held my hands with evil.
Sound dark and sticky:
“I’m sorry about poetry. I’m sorry. I thought it was a joke. I’m sorry.
I grew up with Song.
Starting with marriage, two dogs began to learn to run a good home.
There were always minor errors in the process, and no one could say anything about leaving.
So the moment Song was joking about getting a divorce, the heart suddenly stopped beating.
I was even thinking if I could not keep my focus for the rest of my life, would we be separated.
It was a funny idea, but I really did.
So I went into Zhang Jojo’s house with my skin and changed the name of someone to “ex-husband.”
It was the way I could think of expressing dissatisfaction with Song, and I succeeded.
The tears of the dog can’t go away, and the tears are clear in the eyes.
He held me in his arms and laughed and shrunk.
And that good night, our past video was picked up by netizens because of my and Song’s words.
19-year-old Song is so tender and so different from his present maturity.
The moderator asked him:
“Is there an ideal future partner? I’m sorry.
And then, in a serious reply:
Tang Poe.
The moderator took a big look at the thigh and expressed his appreciation for the words:
“The peach blossoms are still smiling when their faces are gone.” Mr. Song, it’s romantic. I’m sorry.
The word “song” cannot be set aside.
“I’m laughing, he’s making sure you’re complimenting him for romance, ha ha ha ha ha…”
On the day Song proposed, we had an appointment to take a walk on Chang An Street, the day the moon was light, the young man kneeling on a land full of flowers and reaching out to me.
I’m in the video, holding back the words of Song, in the eyes of his hopes:
“But I didn’t wash my hair…”
The words shocked the people present and laughed back.
And a few years later, those who saw the video were lamented:
“Big brother, we know your hard work. I’m sorry.
Smile, ing-
There was also a very special video, which was badly abused.
The host asked me:
“Do you choose to be together if your identity is too different? I’m sorry.
I’ve been on the street since I was a Song girlfriend, and the Internet is saying I don’t deserve him.
I smiled in the video, I didn’t understand what it meant, and I spoke politely:
“If you can’t get away from each other, stay together. I’m sorry.
After the show, I was labeled with stickers.
Sing’s eyes were blue, and statements sank.
And then people watched the video, and they answered softly:
“They can’t leave each other. I’m sorry.
So far, we have finally been recognized by all.
The following morning, the group made a surprise attack and the door was opened.
On the balcony, I’m leaning on the sunrise in Song’s arms, and it’s slightly humid. It’s just after the bath.
And I was wiping my hair, carrying lollipop in his arms, staring at the sun rising out the window.
The sun is pouring on us, giving people a good, pure illusion.
I turned around and looked at the people with red faces, and asked in panic:
“Shall we have breakfast?”
# And the gills #
Sing smiled and took me in my arms, covered my panicking eyes and covered my face in front of the camera.
However, the live broadcast has exploded:
“Mom, my mouth and my sun shoulder…
“(screams) (whispering) Zhasha ～ (convulsions) ～
“Fuck, fuck, what did I see? I’m sorry.
There was a black screen on the air and only the laughs were heard:
“I want to report your trespasses. I’m sorry.
Program: QwQ
On the afternoon of the end of the recording, a photo was ablaze.
In the photo, the Song was in a private dress and was bending over to pick up a suitcase in the hand of a beautiful woman.
If you look closely, that woman, she looks like me.
He smiled softly, as if the people across the street were his world.
In one moment, the news of the white moon went off, and I became a poor double.
I was waiting in my room to find out.
Zhang Jojo’s on the phone is comforting me to stay in good spirits and wait for results and public relations.
And I look at that picture and I’m down in my head.
The door was suddenly opened, and the curtain was shown by a pair of bones in a wedding ring with a pink rose in his hand, which I asked him to bring.
“Songword. I’m sorry.
I ran over, and I thought about my foot kissing the tear mole in the eye.
The SONG word was to hold me in my arms, and the latter, without saying a word, took off his coat, hung his hand over the camera and took off our microphone.
He took my waist step by step, and I went step by step, and I was put on the table.
And the warm breath sprouts in the ear, and the Song kisses my earlids, and holds me to the table, and the lips rise to my forehead, and kisses my eye.
And I closed his eyes, and asked him with a gentle voice:
“You went to pick her up that day? I’m sorry.
The voice of Song is silent in response to me:
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I smiled and grabbed his shoulder, and my feet tied his waist, and I pulled a little distance back:
“You took her to the hospital. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I’m still searching for the answer, as if I were to melt in the next second.
“How is she?”
“Song’s answer:
“All right, just a little dizzy. I’m sorry.
“So… “
My eyes are low and I look sad.
And the next second, a owl bit on his elliptical jaw, and his mouth swung:
“So, my dad was right there. Why didn’t he just take my mom to the hospital? I’m sorry.
Yes, the one next to Song, who was crushed by a bun, is my father.
SONG SONG LAUGHT ME.
“What can I do? The old couple had a fight. No one wanted to beg. I’m sorry.
“Poetry, what do you think, huh?”
What?
I opened my mouth in red, and I hung myself on the Song word, and my cheek stomped at his collarbone, and I didn’t want to see him again.
Smiling in the ears.
He was born in a state of insolence, and the world changed, and I was always the flower of his greenhouse.
The rumours end with a tweet from my mother:
“Assert me, I’m Song’s mother-in-law and thank you for your support for my beauty. Happy.”
It is a perfect statement, short and able, in addition to an excessive restatement of beauty.
I put away my scoffing on my mother and showed my perfect 45-degree face in the mirror and drowned in it.
Sing smiled and put a necklace on my neck and I leaned against him.
He kissed my side of the face and said:
“Blue Gigi, you can’t climb. I’m sorry.
I looked down at the necklace and laughed at him:
“Come on, you’ll be a treasure. I’m sorry.
It’s not a word to say.
“So can I turn from ex-husband to husband to husband? “I really didn’t mean to kick Piper in the closet…”
I looked up, I looked up, and I complained to him:
“That’s why you lost your skin! I’m sorry.
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“Honey, that’s not the point…”
I said, “Well? Isn’t that it?”
And the lips were gnawed by him, and the lips were on each other, and We heard him say:
“Forget it, we have a lifetime. I’m sorry.
On Valentine’s Day, Song wrote a picture of my mother, who caressed the pregnant woman, conceived me.
And the little hands of the hymns rubbing on them and smiling.
“She will be the winner of my entire life.”
“She belonged to me before we met. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
