My neighbour, Mrs. Sun, has pulled up hatred in a small district.
She’s not only cutting in, she’s stealing!
To get back at her, I rubbed a cake in the material.
There’s also a sign on it.
“No tea cake, don’t move. I’m sorry.
Only half an hour later, the tea and cat cake, gone.
One.
I live upstairs with an old lady.
Every day, they pick up bottles and collect garbage, turning the entire stairwell into a dump.
I’ve been taking the garbage bags I left at the door, and the bottles and the paper boxes have been taken away, and there’s nothing left.
It wasn’t a big deal.
Until I came back with all my hard work because no one in the house had temporarily left two delivery boxes outside the house!
My skin, my make-up, my limited radish lip-paste husks have been polished, the shadow of suqqu’s eyes have been crushed to pieces of dust on the ground, the worst of which is my fairy water, the glass of glass has fallen to pieces on the ground, and it has slipped.
The babies I’ve been thinking about have just turned into dirty garbage.
I was stupid!
Needless to say, according to historical experience, the old lady upstairs tried to steal a cardboard while I was gone, and she was used to it, and she didn’t notice when she opened it.
And then she just walked away?
I took a deep breath and I felt a ghost fire coming from the bottom of my foot to the top of my head, but I put up with it.
When I saw the old lady cut off my case with a handiwork knife and threw it up to the side, my bottles rolled.
I was so mad!
She even stepped on my lipstick!
And kicked me in the eye!
I said how many pieces of my eyeballs were broken.
I knocked on the door like hell because I didn’t find the property like a dog.
Two.
It’s a big TV, but it’s been a long time since someone responded to it through the door.
“Who is it?”
If you didn’t break something, who’d knock on your door?
No anger, no anger, leave room for the devil.
“Hello, have you taken the boxes downstairs? I have two…”
I’m not finished yet. The sound went up eight degrees.
“No, no!”
“But I checked the surveillance, and I forced it down, and it was you.” And broke everything I had…”
There was an instant obscenity in the mouth of a sarcasm, to the effect that a little bitch would be ashamed of himself, that a word would be punished.
I almost kicked her in the fucking door!
I went to the property, and when I heard it was her, she shook her head and threw up on me.
“Miss Wu, it’s not our inaction, it’s the old lady who’s having trouble dealing with it.
“She piled up the stairwells and picked them up, oh, that tasted so good, we had mosquitoes and rats in the summer, and we were going to clean up, and she threw it at us, and we had troubles. I’m sorry.
“No household complaints? I can’t believe it.
“Yes, she ran to the door and said she wouldn’t live.” I’m sorry.
“Does she have any children?” I can’t help but ask.
“Yes, but her children can’t control her,” the property shakes its head, “You told her children, she’ll spit at your door.” I’m sorry.
…fuckin’ meetin’ an old roller.
“You know, she’s always messing up my garbage, and you see, it’s my loss, and it’s not gonna happen.” “I can’t let this go! I’m sorry.
“Will you contact her children? There’s nothing the property can do. I’m sorry.
I called the old lady’s son.
The other side was very good, and as soon as she heard she was a demon again, she apologized on the phone and said she would do it after work.
I’m so anxious.
Call me when they’re late.
“Miss Wu, is there a mistake? I’m sorry.
I was blown up by my scalp, carrying my bag of skin makeup, taking my tablets and running straight upstairs.
“She didn’t take it. What do you say she dumps all my skin makeup on the floor for a few broken boxes? I’m sorry.
The old lady’s house was like a big dump, and the moment I entered the door I was suffocated with that smell and even my eyes began to turn red.
It tastes so hot.
Sun, in his 70s, looked at me in the eye and looked down on him.
“What’s the big deal about money? I don’t know how bad your thing is,” and she carried her chin in contempt, and she said, “If you want, just take the two paper boxes. I’m sorry.
“Little Crash.” I’m sorry.
She even siped on the floor. I almost missed my sleeve and hit her!
I was laughed and started to play the video on the tablet: “Come, let’s enjoy how you broke my delivery and smashed my things in front of my house.
“I’ve brought my things and my invoices, and if you don’t pay me today, I’ll call the police, and I’ll send this video to the locals to comment on who’s being shameless! I’m sorry.
Sun’s voice is bigger than mine: “Why are you so poor? You can leave whatever you want at the door. The one at the door, that’s not for anyone. I’m sorry.
“Who wants you? I’m sorry.
“Oh, Miss Wu, calm down. I’m sorry.
“Relax? I’m finally angry. “How can you let me down?
“My two boxes add up to 10 grand, so you let me go?
“No way, I’m telling you! I’m sorry.
The old lady jumped up and raised her hand and tried to hit me: “What kind of dog is that? I’m sorry.
“How’s that?” she shuts up before she’s finished.
I looked at her dead, and my teeth were about to snap, “Whosoever lets you take away the delivery from her face, this is your blessing.” I’m sorry.
And she lay down immediately, and began to roll.
“Kill a thousand! I’m an old woman!
“Doesn’t that mean anything?”
I don’t know.
And her son looked at me with his face.
“Miss Wu, you’re a woman of knowledge. Why are you so aggressive? I’m sorry.
I’m gonna bleed this bitch out!
What the fuck!
3
The property is inactive, the old lady and her son, the snake.
I called the police.
There is a clear video, there is an invoice for loss of goods, and the chain of evidence is simply not too clear.
The police came out quickly and came with me with a big, powerful back. I think the red scarf on my chest has become so beautiful!
Then.
Old lady refreshed my knowledge.
She doesn’t open the door.
I:
I met with the police after all that had happened.
I asked the police uncle carefully, “Can you break in?” I’m sorry.
The mighty police uncle shook his head.
I didn’t have time to worry.
At this point in time, I saw the police officers on the team touching the cell phone and instructing the department to call the old lady’s son and send him to cooperate with the investigation.
If his son does not come, inform them of their work and ask them to cooperate.
Is that okay?
I respect it!
Soon after, Sun Bin, the son of the great old lady, came sweaty and noded his head while playing round.
“Police comrade, police comrade, this is a misunderstanding.
“My mom’s old, she’s a little confused. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with some help: “You too, Miss Wu. We can talk about your loss.”
“Consult? I laugh, “You didn’t say that last time. I’m sorry.
“Let your mother open the door,” the police officer had no face.
At last, after the son ‘ s cry, the old lady opened the door unstintingly.
The face is on the floor: “What? The police can disturb people?
“You threaten my old lady like this, and I’ll call the mayor’s hotline in a second. I’m sorry.
11 4?
I thought I heard it wrong.
“According to Ms. Wu ‘ s report, you are liable to compensation for damages caused by your fault. The police chief is selfless.
“How can you do this? The old lady was the first to quit. “It’s just a couple of bad lipstick eyes. I’m sorry.
The first police officer to stop me from doing it again, said, “We’ll do it again!” I’m sorry.
The old lady took it back with her skinny chicken claws.
Sun Bin has seen her proud mother fail in her skills and has had to face it.
“My mother’s confused. This is our fault. Look at the loss. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk to this old pious woman and just give him the list: “For a total of $13,586 for any period of time, now, if you don’t believe me, you can get rid of all this. I’m sorry.
Sun Bin’s lips were white.
Her son jumped up before he spoke, and the spitting stars were everywhere: “What little bitch, 10,000, how many times can you sell so much money?” I’m sorry.
The list and the invoices were then torn to shreds as fast as possible.
And yet another sip of the earth, “I want to blackmail my mother. You are still young.”
Then We smiled at them, and drew from the dumplings of their backs a thick lump.
“Although torn, it’s all printed. I have a backup. I’m sorry.
The old lady and her son have green faces.
The police put the list of damages and invoices before them: “Check them yourself. I’m sorry.
Sun Bin shivered his lips at the total price by pressing the trigger calculator, sometimes reaching out and rubbing a cold sweat on his forehead, and finally got angry at his mother.
“I told you not to pick up garbage. I can’t afford you!
“Today and night, disgrace me!” I’m sorry.
Sun was so angry that he started hitting his son.
“You son of a bitch, you’re going to die! I’m sorry.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
I applaud in my heart!
I’m looking at my mother and son, and it’s the police there that pulled Sun Bin.
Turning around to me and slapping me in the face.
“Bitch, I see you can! I’m sorry.
It fucking hurts!
I screamed, and when the police got her under control, I had a few deep blood marks on my face.
There’s nothing to talk about?
What do you mean, did you take her?
What else?
At her age, she would have been released for a few days at the most, rather than directly for medical and moral damages.
It’s hard to kill.
I let her son pay me an extra fee to pay for her medicine, and I fell on the ground, and I said, “Oh, my gosh, I’m sick, I’m dizzy.”
Cops hit 120.
The doctor diagnosed the old lady for half a day and said she didn’t look so bad.
But she’s not doing it. She’s screaming about going to the hospital for a full-body examination.
You want an ambulance? You want to blackmail me?
This is ridiculous!
Then, at the behest of the police, Sun Bin gave me money with his own heart, so that she could join me in the ambulance.
Then Sun saw the money gone and the blood pressure went directly to 180.
This is really 120 towed away.
4
But Liang Zi was also married.
Sun was afraid of spending money and came home from the hospital in a few days.
But I’m in trouble, and every day I open the door, and I’m sure there’s a couple of yellow, green and fresh sips, and I throw up on my doorknob.
It doesn’t count. It’s even more scattered.
Even worse, there were times when human excreta was hidden in front of the garbage, and I was sick enough.
I went to the property, and it’s still consistent and muddy.
“Alas, Miss Wu, she’s old, we can’t help her. Or if you see us, it’s the same as if we’re interrupting. I’m sorry.
Who’s the problem with cleaning?
I laughed, and I asked them, “What do you expect me to do for $5.8 a month?
“You, as property, have a duty to manage public space. I’m sorry.
“We can’t go into her house,” says the property.
I don’t care what you do.
dare not yu at their office door.
5
At the time of the deadlock, there were people in the household, Et 802.
@802, can you clean up the garbage in your stairwell? I’m sorry.
“It’s like, like, many times, mosquito cockroaches come in, and you can’t use public space, can you? I’m sorry.
Then I saw the son of Sun speaking in the crowd.
“Don’t touch my mother’s stuff. She’ll find something missing and have a heart attack. Can you afford it?
“How dare you say that my mother recruited the mouse. She’s an old lady. Even old people can’t stand it. I’m sorry.
Because I thought the son was a cultural man, it was true that the family didn’t enter the house.
Shameless, thieves are good at moral kidnapping.
That’s what provoked public outrage.
“How do you talk? What did your mother do to the stairwell? I’m sorry.
“It’s a public space,” said the son of the Grandmother, “You can take it if you can.” I’m sorry.
I’m on the clock.
It’s certainly not the first time I’ve done this, but I’ve added Art 802.
In general, the proprietors are incompetent or have a much more private conversation, and this is the one that comes directly to Att, and it is generally unbearable and no longer necessary.
1002 is a young mother.
“The old lady is a psycho,” she said, “Damn the stairwell. Last time I took the baby to the elevator, she moved all the big dumpsters downstairs. I’m sorry.
“I told her it was dirty and she didn’t take it. She yelled at my door with a cane all morning!” Say I lost my conscience?”
“Why?” I don’t understand. “Can’t you pick it up after?” I’m sorry.
“No,” the young mother of 1002, lamented, “We have a couple of old garbage pickers in the neighborhood who are afraid of being robbed. I’m sorry.
“I don’t think her son has a serious job. Why won’t he pay his mother? I’m sorry.
“Why do you think she came here alone, where she was married to her son and to her daughter-in-law, and then she became unbearable and cried out for a divorce.
“The son and daughter-in-law moved out, so she was alone. I’m sorry.
I told her what happened to me. Young mom was very sympathetic, but she was kind enough to remind me.
“Be careful anyway,” she said, “Better put a camera in front of the door, the house that you had had a problem with her, and then the kid was crazy.” I’m sorry.
What?
Six.
For my own life, I bought a micro-wire camera from the Internet and put it in front of my home.
Not at all.
First at 3:00 in the morning, I was awakened by the stingy chorus.
She’s a bitch. She’s a bitch at night.
I’m sweating my hair up and calling the property.
“This is a bad dream upstairs! What do you care! I’m sorry.
And then the property said to hang up on me.
Until 6:00 a.m., the sun rises, and downstairs it’s singing “As a sad sick man’s engagement.”
I’m asking you out!
I don’t know.
It’s just the beginning.
She’s either playing all sorts of freaky games or knocking on my door.
Just like the 13th of July, she’s standing there staring at you like a cat.
The first time she looked, she almost had eyes on the cat.
I saw only the eyes of a man full of blood, and I cried out.
And then the night went down.
It’s a normal person who can’t sleep.
Sun’s too old to be fine, but when he picks up the garbage, he thinks about what to do with me.
She can sleep during the day, but I have to work!
In less than a week, I broke my guard, and the angels fell like a ghost, and my friends looked at it.
“Why do you have four eyebags? I’m sorry.
This can’t go on.
I called the police again.
This time the police uncle didn’t do that much.
Since it was a purely civil dispute, combined with the fact that the other party was an old woman, there was no particularly powerful means of punishment, so it was a warning.
But, as we all know, a warning against a faceless person is useless.
So I bought a shocker.
Hey, hey, hey.
If the property and the police can’t handle you, then I can’t handle me.
Who wouldn’t?
7
One hundred and twenty-two young mothers dragged me into an old-age family called “Eat my grandson a stick.”
That’s how I know that Sun is a great fighter in this neighborhood.
My last household also clashed with her and warned her not to stop, and the other one directly bought the stunner.
The neighborhood is so happy!
Everyone thinks this is the best way for the bad guys to grind it.
And guess what?
She broke through the door and forced the power out!
That doesn’t count.
She stopped sleeping in the middle of the night and knocked on the family’s door, scaring the children.
He was released from a mental hospital six months ago.
I: ?
I said she’s so skilled as a dragon.
This is all a skilled job with a psychiatric body!
But I can take it if I don’t give her some color?
Of course not!
ovarian cyst and breast growth!
We have learned the lessons of the failed battle of the previous owner and look forward to a better future for the old lady, drawing lessons from the experience of the battered men of the group.
Together, we have set a time frame for our grandchildren.
In order to rob the garbage with the old ladies around us, Sun went out at 4 a.m. every day, about 9-10 a.m., took a break until 3-4 p.m., went out to pick up the garbage and came back at 8-9 p.m.
Most of the workers are already out at this point.
Oh, nice!
8
But it’s the shocker here.
I’ve just had a great time.
It’s a good thing to leave in the morning, to hide its work and fame.
It turned out to be the front door of the district.
Shit.
Cover it up.
# The first # # The first # the first # the first # the second # the second #
What do we do?
I can only come back in ash.
When the elevator door opens, I’ll be greeted with all the garbage from the halls and the scolding of the old lady.
The old lady put a stool in front of my door with her heart: “You little son of a bitch! I have a heart attack! I’m sorry.
She sat at the door instead of breaking into it.
Because.
I installed a steel-proof door. She didn’t suck.
“I’m not home, why would you say I’m bothering you? I’m sorry.
It’s just a mess. No one can.
“You open the door, I’m going in! “You have the guts to open the door!” I’m sorry.
“Why?” I don’t care about her. I’m sorry.
Sun Taiton blew up!
“You little bitch, don’t be ashamed! The last time I knew you weren’t a good person, you tried to blackmail my old lady.
“All right, I’ll be stuck in front of your house. What do you think? I’m sorry.
What should we do?
Get me the property.
Someone’s keeping the owner from coming home!
Anyway, when I got back, I turned off the shocker, and now it’s quiet around the house, like a chicken.
But I know.
Behind each door there are at least one pair of eavesdropping ears.
It’s been a long time!
9
It is based on the principle of not taking the lead in the use of lethal weapons, under the compulsory mediation of property. People have to bow down under the roof and don’t mediate or give me a vegetable bag!
My daily trip became.
In the middle of the night, nucleic acids — long queues for nucleic acids — and nucleic acids for brains. It feels so green!
When nucleic acids and web lessons go hand in hand, it’s fun.
Every day in the community, there is an incubation for the children, an old man, a child and an old man…
Indeed, she did not fail to live up to the expectations of her own, but she did so in her own right to stir up hatred in a small neighbourhood.
She’s not only cutting in, she’s stealing!
And because of the seals, it turns into a twilight.
If you don’t like the routine of picking up vegetables, you’ll have to work at single speed.
But!
A few powerful leaders always get something different.
Like fried chicken and fat water.
This is the lifeline of the modern youth!
I didn’t wake up this day and I heard a scolding downstairs.
“Who stole my fried chicken!
“No morality, no face, no food! Why didn’t you steal your mother? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
When I looked around, I saw only one strong brother yelling.
Vegetable packs and various items were placed in front of the district for the two days and the owner picked them up.
Hundreds of couriers a day, the property couldn’t see it, and I heard something was missing two days ago.
Soon after, the owners blew up.
Big brother is a jolly man.
He came directly from the property, in which Mrs. Sun sneaked into the door, looked around, took the fried chicken home, and picked out the freshest graves in the vegetable bag.
He went straight to Att Sun Bin in the group.
“Your mother stole the food. What do you say? I’m sorry.
Sun Bin pretended to die.
Normal.
The group had to call the old lady 800 times a day, and Sun Bin had initially defended his magical mother and then died lying in plain clothes, in a very good psychological condition, as a mother and son.
But I never thought of it.
A lady from the owner’s committee spoke.
“Aw, why are you so unloved? A woman who lives alone is just taking one of your fried chickens. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe there’s a Virgin!
“It’s just, a big man, not much. I’m sorry.
“Yes, it is the traditional virtue of the old and the young. But what about the food?”
There’s a man and a woman, one with a big chest, and he’s a thief!
They’re accusing Big Brother of being an old man!
Big Brother doesn’t eat them, “Do you have love?” Then you supply me with fried chicken?
“Why don’t you take her home as your mother? I’m sorry.
The woman quit: “Why don’t you talk about her mother? Do you have a tutor?”
“You’re a tutor,” said Big Brother, “Then give her your food, I see you ordered fried chicken.” I’m sorry.
“Come on, give it back or she’s your mother. I’m sorry.
Women shut up.
It’s not over yet!
In the afternoon, Mrs. Sun went to her house to knock on Tuso.
It’s loud!
“Open the door! I saw you in the group talking about taking care of old people! Good man, give me your fried chicken! I’m sorry.
Women play dead.
“We saw it in the crowd!
“Hey, how come you’re so poor? Didn’t your mom teach you? You’re a liar!
“You’re a little bitch and you’re dead, aren’t you?
“I’m not gonna mess with your unit! I’m sorry.
Women continue to play dead.
But Mrs. Sun, a woman who knocks at three o’clock in the middle of the night and scares the children out of their minds.
After three hours of constant pressure, the woman collapsed.
She cried and sent the fried chicken out.
I heard that the “lovers” who followed up were greeted at home by Mrs. Sun.
Sun Bin thanks the “loved” for their “involved donation” to the old lady.
The Virgins broke their teeth and swallowed them.
We’re laughing in my grandson’s group.
Damn, it’s good to kill pigs.
Thanks for being filial.
10
But I’m only halfway there.
The next day.
My vegetable bag is gone.
Shit!
Do we have to pool our efforts to provide a loving support for such an ugly old woman?
I’m going too.
I lost my property!
It was said that yesterday ‘ s video had been placed in a group without permission, which had troubled individual owners, whose superiors had ordered that the owner should not be allowed to view the video without permission and that it must be approved by their leadership.
Leader? What leader? I don’t know.
It’s a paper rule.
Tell me I won’t give it.
What a temporary decision. It was Sun Tai who stole the food yesterday.
I was like, “Do you have an obligation to protect the owner’s rights and interests as a property now that my food has been stolen?” I’m sorry.
“Alas, Miss Wu, during the outbreak, our people were nervous, they were busy until 3:00 a.m. last night, and today at 6:00 a.m., they started organizing for testing, and you have to be understanding. I’m sorry.
Oh, so it’s starting to sell bad morals to kidnap me?
And I laughed: “I can’t go to work and I’m miserable. Then give me your vegetables. I see a pile in your security room.” I’m sorry.
Miss Wu, you can’t be unreasonable, but the property has fallen on me. “We work so hard, we eat.” I’m sorry.
Huh?
I’m single, living alone, without relatives and friends, and I deserve to be bullied?
I pulled out my cell phone silently and started calling 12345.
“Hello, Mayor’s Hotline, there’s a…
The property manager came up with an improbable agility and pressed my phone.
“Alas, Miss Wu, we have something to say. I’m sorry.
“What are you gonna do? I asked him, “As long as there is no satisfactory solution, I’ll go all the way up and complain, and you won’t give the video or the solution, and I’ll report your property stealing.
“It’s not just a matter of ensuring people’s livelihood during the epidemic, but of deliberately withholding people’s goods.” I’m sorry.
The property manager had a half a day of teeth and ended up crying to me:
“I’ll fix it, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
And then I went back.
Half an hour later I heard the elevator parked upstairs.
There was an apology from the grandson, who was so angry, and the property nodded.
The end result was that the property was crying, and they replaced me with their food.
You deserve it.
A property that does not perform what it has earned, it knows it, and it is silt, and it comes out of such a loathsome old man.
This is all their blessing!
But that’s not enough for the old woman to steal.
I’m a total.
I’m looking for a girl with a cat.
This year she bought a bag full of evils.
Tea.
Cat sand.
She was in pain: “I can’t eat any more sweets with tea since I bought this.”
“Do you understand? Every time you shovel a shit, you feel the smell of shit and the smell of tea.
Stop it, and I’ll have you too.
How can a beautiful and good neighbour like me not be worried about his neighbours during this special time of material deprivation?
So I got her to put around 1 kg of tea-flavored cat sands, put water on it, squeeze it, put it in a fine box, put it in the material.
In terms of appearance and scent alone, it is impeccable.
There’s also a sign on it.
“No tea cake, don’t move. I’m sorry.
Only half an hour later, the tea and cat cake, gone.
Eleven.
That night, Sun Bin, who had been playing dead in the crowd, fell in love.
And he was angry: “Wasn’t one of you who has no conscience put a tea-flavored cat in a cake on a delivery pad at the gate?”
“My mom’s throwing up and down, you’re killing people! I’m sorry.
The background is the sarcastic insults of Sun Tai.
“No shameless son of a bitch, old man lies!
“Bie’s conscience! I’m sorry.
The owner laughed.
“Oh, oh, the cake box? I saw it. Didn’t he say “Cake on tea”? I’m sorry.
“What, that amazing mother of yours stole it again? Can’t read?”
“This is a vicious poison! Sun Bin’s in the crowd, “My mother’s an old man, how can you read such small words?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God? Is that your house, or is that yours? The owner of 402 came out and said, “What, you’re usually addicted to stealing food, and it’s a good look. I’m sorry.
“Does your mom like it? Why don’t you steal it?”
“Afraid of getting caught? Then prove it’s not old. I’m sorry.
“You’re legally responsible! I’m sorry.
“I’m going to check the surveillance! You’re bullying me! Sun Bin’s still pushing the law, “I checked, you’re endangering public safety! I’m sorry.
“You’ll pay for my mother’s medical expenses! I’m sorry.
Nobody cares about him.
It’s full of happy air.
12
After this battle, Sun too dared not steal our food in Area A.
But!
Her!
Turning towards B.
Don’t ask me why.
High-level users are alarmed to find out that a 70-year-old woman, known as the inconvenient leg and foot, has turned up a fence to make her walk.
This is better than monkeys!
We didn’t have time to report her before something happened to B.
Old Sun is addicted to stealing and picking out rare, flowery, green, unseen.
There was a heart attack next door.
The medicine is also the kind of imported specialty.
Usually it’s hard to buy, let alone now.
At the end of the day, his children asked Grandpa to sue her for two boxes.
It wasn’t half an hour before he left the door.
That’s good.
The old man had a bad heart in the meantime, and he had a direct on-the-spot attack.
Boss’s son went crazy on the spot!
Grab the property manager’s collar and ask him to check it out!
The boss’s son went straight to full martial arts, so he got caught up!
“Don’t fight, calm down! I’m sorry.
“This comrade, fighting won’t solve the problem! I’m sorry.
It was urgent for the master to shout at him while he was in the air and his property was too late.
Mmm.
It’s Sun Tai again.
A group of people came through the door!
The old lady did it again and refused to open the door.
The old man’s son kicked the door with his feet.
Her broken door, which was a triad, went down and kicked a hole.
The old lady screamed, “Kill people! Someone’s coming in to rob!
She reached out to the phone to call the police and his son took her to the collar. I’m sorry.
God knows how she breathed again.
“What medicine, I don’t know. I’m sorry.
She also denied it.
“The box you stole this morning from outside B sector is my father’s life-saving medicine! I’m sorry.
“Get the fuck out of here! “The old man’s son is dying to get his eyeballs out of his eyeballs, and a big man, one metre, has his eyelids red.” I’m sorry.
The property manager’s sweaty, and he’s afraid of being beaten: “Hey, calm down, calm down, say something nice. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe the old lady’s got a big eye.
“What evidence do you have of me?
“I’m dead! I’m sick of old women!
“You little son of a bitch! Your whole family dies.”
She did not have time to finish, but was washed up by sweaty property managers and forced to silence her.
“My mother, can you say that? The property manager’s gonna cry. I’m sorry.
“Let him woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” I’m sorry.
As soon as she looked at the beehive, she found the rest of the men who followed her looking for it in her garbage.
“You steal from old ladies! You’re gonna die! I’m sorry.
She scolded and spitted on people’s faces and grabbed them with her fingernails while she was naked.
The property manager was unprepared, and when she scratched her face with five blood marks, she was so grumpy.
Anyone who comes after her, she’ll just bite!
The old man’s son was bitten with blood on his arm, and the Northeast man was fresh, holding on to the old lady’s back neck and holding on to her like a chicken.
“What the fuck are you looking at? I’m sorry.
“Here,” the old man’s daughter-in-law, with the sharpest eyes, found the medicine she stole from the flowering garbage bank. I’m sorry.
The old man’s son was trying to give Sun a hard time, and it’s important to bite his teeth and save people.
They’re gone.
Leave a hole in the ground.
“C, your mother! She cried upstairs, “It’s all bad things, and she’s picking on me! I’m sorry.
“What is the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
I was downstairs, sneaking around my head and watching the whole thing.
It is called a good heart.
It’s called a big, fast doodle.
That’s called one.
Yes!
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But it’s not over.
The boss didn’t get it back.
It’s just because of the delay of 12, 20 minutes, when you went back to feeding the Boss, when you arrived, the Boss died.
The old man’s son went crazy on the spot.
From home with a knife, you’ll have to go to the shameless old lady.
How could his father die if she didn’t steal the drugs from someone else?
And, unfortunately, the area seals are off.
So I didn’t wake up in the morning, and I heard the pot went up.
The old man’s son was stuck in front of the door with a knife, and he was so pale, he stood at the door of Sun’s house, and nobody could pull it.
Sun Bin’s on his knees.
“My mother didn’t mean it, she…”
I can’t make it up anymore.
It’s not easy to think that the old man’s father’s death is being killed by a fucking thief.
His daughter-in-law was with his ears: “Get up! I’m sorry.
“You little bitch, why carry my son’s ear?” What are you, a mother or a mother? I’m sorry.
“It’s better not to have a mother like you.” Sun Bin’s daughter-in-law probably has a deep grudge against her.
“What good can a mother like you teach? He stole gold jewelry from his wife and sold it to him.
“I beg God, bring down thunder and kill you!” I’m sorry.
“Don’t lie to me,” she said, “You’re from a village, you’re not buying gold from my son.
“It’s a shame to ask my son for money to go back to his mother’s house, white-eyed wolf, and lose money!
“The birth daughter is a loss!
“Our grandson’s house is ruined by you!” I’m sorry.
“That’s my stuff! “Sun Bin’s mother-in-law is a mother-in-law. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe this!
Some of the crowds were just live.
I followed by a glimpse.
Boo!
Thousands of people are watching!
There is also the heroic work of the zealous neighborhoods of the crowds of the ancient women of Coptics.
It’s all over the studio.
# How come such fools haven’t been punished? # I don’t know #
“Apologize. “I want you to apologize to my father on his knees! I’m sorry.
The old lady swung on the ground and said, “Foo! I’m sorry.
“Cut!” and her voice was so sharp, she slapped her own neck with her hand, “Look, cut it right here.”
“I want to see it, you little bastard! I’m sorry.
She said that she hated iron and steel and kicked his grandson, “Get up! I called the police! I’m sorry.
Mrs. Sun, this is typical of the usual hooliganism.
That was even worse.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been mentally ill.
“How can I blame your father for dying? “The old lady is still very reasonable.
Sun Bin was crying and hugging his fucking leg: “Mom, please stop! I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing to say. It’s there.
“Does he get a heart attack if he’s doing more good? You can’t get any medicine at a time like this?
“That’s why the King wants three men dead. Who’s going to leave five?
“He deserved to die!”
“Mom, stop it! I’m sorry.
The master’s son finally got angry, and he threw his knife at her before his father’s.
“Old bastard, die!”
After all, when she was too old, she was slow to react, tripped by garbage piled up in her house and fell on her back.
Sun Bin tried to come up here and protect his mother, and was pulled by his wife.
The boss’s son’s knife was not cut at first sight, and the crowd could not have let him do it in the street.
“Calm down, man, for an old lady’s sake! I’m sorry.
“You have a wife and kids! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
By the time the police arrived, the scene was contained, there was only one old lady who was crying for pain, a wife who was not moving, a brother who was cold-eyed, a few sweaty properties, and a large group of people who actively testified that he had not touched her.
“The live air is off!” I’m sorry.
Spread out! I’m sorry.
There was a sudden scream in the crowd.
“Mom! What’s wrong with you? Mom, wake up! I’m sorry.
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She was dragged away by an ambulance.
This is really being dragged away.
She fell heavy when she fell, with the back of the head first.
With all the garbage in her house and all the traps, she fell in a place where she had stolen the lock she was going to sell the scrap metal, and the tip of which happened to be on her waist, where she could not move her legs.
As for Big Brother, it’s more like it.
Why Sun Bin is so cold.
Because he’s the boss of his company.
In other words, he stole his father’s medicine and killed his father.
Big brother gave him a choice.
No charges, go on.
Sue, he’s with his mother.
The end goes without saying, of course, by choice.
You’re a middle-aged social animal.
Besides, it’s really good for him to go to the hospital, and he finally doesn’t have to wipe his ass around with his weird mother.
After she was taken to hospital, she heard from the herd that it was a high level of paralysis.
Big Brother sent Sun Bin out of the country and Sun Bin’s daughter-in-law will certainly not serve this mean mother-in-law.
Mrs. Sun was put in a nursing home.
It was reported that for a long time no one had visited it.
It’s been six months since we got word from Sun.
After the great old lady, the neighborhood was full of peace and love.
Even my shocker was hung on saltfish and sold.
The agency brought new buyers to the house.
I said, “What about this old lady?” I’m sorry.
The agency pulled me aside and whispered to me.
“The one who sent Sun’s wife to the cheapest home, where no one looked. You know, she had a stinky mouth and a caregiver, and died six months later. I’m sorry.
Look.
Not non-reporting.
Not yet. Case number: YXA1nYA3KBot1neneABTzbzy
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
