What’s the good news that makes people laugh? – What?
When a blind date failed in New Year’s year, the little bike broke on the way home, and I yelled at my mother and pushed her back to the village.
And he jumped out of the way a weasel with his hands and asked me, “Do I look like a man or a god?” I’m sorry.
“I look upon you like a handsome, kind, kind, responsible, full of housework, not me, willing to give me 10 million bride price.” I’m sorry.
And it burst, and it shined, and gradually became an invincible handsome man full of bitterness.
I’m more excited to add: “There’s voice, eight abs, great talent, filial submission to my parents, bad mother, pay…”
Weasel, no. Super handsome, slashy-faced, slashy-faced, willow-like lips, and then head-on to the next big rock.
The sun shines, the handsome man is gone and there’s a lot of blood on the rock.
Poor thing.
I’m disappointed because the handsome is gone.
From my childhood experience, he should be bothering me.
I also met a weasel in the third grade when I answered: “I see you as a good brother who writes me homework, brings candy, makes me ride, helps me harvest grains, cuts wheat, digs potatoes, sunbath.”
So there’s a good brother that’s been haunting me, and it’s killing me.
Then I looked at him like a dog and let him go, as if he could be a weasel if I let him go.
And when I got home, my mother stood at the door and asked me, “Sun, is it a blind date?” I’m sorry.
“Yow, they said no shit. I’m serious.
My mother kicked me with a big flying foot, and she said, “How can you let me die of every one of your mates? I’m sorry.
I was right, so I couldn’t look at any of them. I’d rather die myself than Mom.
My mom is so angry, let me go to dinner and go back to town tomorrow!
When I say it, and I think of that super handsome guy, who’d rather die than haunt me, is it too much for me?
Well, I knew it would lower the demand.
For example, handsome gold, 10 million bride price.
Like gentle and kind, 10 million bride price.
Like eight abs, 10 million bride price.
Maybe he won’t run away.
That night, I regretted being turned upside down and having a dream.
The dream was that the super handsome man stood in front of me and filled himself with a platinum, while drinking and putting on a death wish.
Then he grabbed the toilet and smiled, and said, “Shu’s shallow, it took me a second time, and you let me lose so thoroughly Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” I’m sorry.
I woke him up, and his head was spinning.
My mother’s loud cry downstairs: “Sun, come down, a super handsome man has come to kiss!” I’m sorry.
I went to the window and saw only a Porsche parked on the mud at the door, and a man in a big shape stood at the side of the car, facing the fish pond, one of my coolest faces.
Neighbors are here, pointers are coming, and men’s handsomeness, without exception.
I ran away, and my mother grabbed my hand, “Assam, this must not go away. You’re my mother!” I’m sorry.
I said yes, I’ll get it!
‘Cause I have recognized it. It’s a weasel. Call it Yellow. It’s in line with who he is.
I ran to Wong, and he didn’t move like an asshole, and his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of cold air.
I said, what took you so long? Shouldn’t you be bothering us right now?
He breathed, he said nothing.
I looked at him and remembered the dream, and asked, “Did you ever be my brother before? I’m sorry.
He’s numb and his eyes are red, and I think he remembers two acres of corn.
I laughed. That’s him, my good brother.
“Good Yellow, thank you. You always show up when I need help most, but where were you last night? I’m sorry.
He’s been shaking like he’s twitching and throwing a card out of his hand: “I’m going to dig the graves of my ancestors, and the diggers are sold overnight, so I get the 10 million bride price you asked for!” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, good guy, it’s the Wong Fairy.
I took a bank card for it, and I laughed as a flower: “Aye, you’re such a tough man. Where did you dig the grave?” I want to dig too. I’m sorry.
“The village is a river in the back of three mountains, and lots of graves I dug. “A yellow cold ice-cold road.”
I’m surprised that Wong has scratched the graves of our village!
How can Huang’s ancestors’ graves be scratched if he has to improve?
Then We spoke with my mother, saying, ‘You are not a grave, you are ploughing for the people of the village, who will be grateful to you. Do not have any mental burden.’ I’m sorry.
Yellow looked at me, and he was so handsome on a handsome face with a dark stone, but he looked so angry that I wore a green hat.
I said don’t look at me like that. I’ll treat you well. I’ll never fail you.
He breathed deep again, and his eyebrow appeared to have fallen in tears.
That’s when my mom came.
My mom’s been peeping for half a day, and she’s so excited to come here, “Assane, why don’t you invite someone in? I’m sorry.
I’ll ask Huang to come in.
He turned around and smiled at my mother, and he was so passionate and so sweet.
My mother called it a fragrance. I suspect if she was 20 years old, she’d be a “holy woman” to rob me of a man.
In the house, my mother became more enthusiastic, asking a lot of questions, from family to work, from education to shoe size, and she didn’t.
I know Mom’s still worried about me. After all, Huang’s too good for a Porsche. What if he’s a crook?
I filmed the bank card on the spot: “Mom, don’t ask. Wong gave me 10 million. I’m sorry.
“What? “The sound of a hog-killing torn throat came from a fat lady standing in front of the door and fell on a dog and shit.
That’s Aunt Wang, my neighbor. He’s got a big mouth.
Her daughter married the indigenous people of the province and received a bride price of 200,000. She was proud to say so.
My mother’s like, “Now there’s a lot of college students, it’s better to get married. My daughter hasn’t finished high school to get married to the provincial city, your daughter goes to a major college, she can’t get married…”
It is clear that the aunt has come to spy on Wong, after all, who has already caused a sensation in the village.
My mother came back, turned her back, and said, “10 million bride price.” Light, don’t talk nonsense!”
I’m serious. Yellow’s heart is dead, but he made 10 million dollars.
Do it for real.
“Shu Asam, blow you and 10 million more, I see you’ve found a liar and hired a BMW to come back and make a face.” I’m sorry.
“That’s the Porsche. “I’m nailed.”
“Omama, you may question Zhu Asane, but do not question me.” I’m sorry.
She looked at Wong, and she was blinded, reddred and dementia.
“This boy is so good, he’ll look at you as light.” Don’t pretend. I’m sorry.
And when the voice fell, an old man with a hoof came running, and he cried, “What happened to my aunt? Your grandmother’s grave was scratched! I’m sorry.
The king’s aunt was surprised, and the mouth was blown up: “I’ll fuck him! Who did this?” I’m sorry.
“Who knows, the graves of the village are scratched! I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s a lot easier at once. I’m sorry.
“But only your ashes were raised! I’m sorry.
The aunt ran to collect the ashes of her predecessor.
I looked at Yellow, sitting on the other side, and if he hadn’t opened his eyes, I suspected he was silent.
My mother dragged me to the side and whispered: “Assam, you’re lucky the boy is more handsome than a star and rich. My God, what can we do?” I’m sorry.
“What should I do? Are you afraid he’ll lie to me? What can he tell us? Don’t worry, it’s definitely not a liar. I’m sorry.
“I mean, what are you gonna do, you don’t even deserve a hair. You’ll get dumped sooner or later. I’m sorry.
I smoked my mouth so my mother could go to my grandmother’s grave, and maybe it was scratched.
My mother laughed: “We are outsiders, and our graves are not there to scratch. I’m sorry.
At night, Wong stayed.
He can’t leave me as a big lover.
It’s a pity I have a few bedrooms and a lot of groceries.
Wong refused. He went around the house and said he could sleep somewhere.
Soon he saw the couch in the hall and said it was okay to sleep there.
It’s just that my mother passed by with a water basin.
Wong was upset and went back to my room.
I looked at him and I swallowed it.
This is awesome!
That’s awesome!
I’m sorry that there were so many people out there during the day, but now it’s dark, and it’s lonely, and it’s a hormonal.
But we girls have to hold on.
And We said, “Come to sleep, I will not touch you, I will not hold you, nor will I ride you. So be assured that I am a traditional girl.” I’m sorry.
Wong breathes deep, lying down like a coffin plate, with his eyes closed and his eyes closed.
I lay down and looked at him.
This is awesome!
That’s awesome!
Where can I sleep?
I thought about it, and I covered the covers with two people, “Yow, so far I’ve confirmed that you’re handsome, kind, sound, etc., but not that you have eight abs.” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t have eight abs, I don’t want yours. I’m sorry.
“Really? “Yow turned his head at once and his eyes were full of expectations.
I saw him face to face. I could smell it.
He’s got a fresh breath of nature and a bit of sunshine. It smells so good.
Of course, the most important thing is to be handsome!
“Really, you don’t have eight abs, I don’t want you, but the man I can’t get, I’ll ruin it, please call me Wu Asam and Heaven.”
He groaned and said that he knew me well, that he had been taught when he was a child, that he would not struggle, and that I would do whatever I wanted.
I said touch your abs.
He closes his eyes as a lamb to be slaughtered.
I put my hand down and I touched my abs.
His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes and looked at me: “Where to touch, a little higher? I’m sorry.
I just went up, and I finally got eight.
Yes!
It was a very peaceful night, and I felt my abs.
It’s strange to say that I was going to play with Yellow’s abdomen without evil, and then smelled of nature and warm sunshine and fell asleep.
Smells good, man. Better than Six.
I woke up and it was dawn, but Huang was gone.
I’ll call him. I’m afraid he’s gone. How dare you laugh at me again?
“In. He’s on the balcony.
I used to look at him and he sat on a little stool, and he looked like he had a broken face and looked up at the sun.
That’s breaking my heart. What’s wrong with you? I’m just touching your abs.
“You’ve been sleeping, too, and I doubt you’re the weasel.” I’m sorry.
I scratched my head. Sorry.
I said how to dream so sweet, I used to sleep with my abs.
“It’s my paw itch, but you’re not gonna look like I’ve defiled you, are you? I’ve been playing with your abs all night, you scoundrel! “I’ll give it a try. I heard that girls are so cute that men can’t bear it.
I’m going to hum him out.
But his face got number, and it didn’t look like I’d been hummed, but it was like I’d been hummed.
It’s like I’ve done something terrible.
I said you smile, have fun.
Yellow’s laughter, bright and sad, handsome and reluctant, summing up like a ten-year brain clot.
When I had breakfast, my mom asked a lot of questions about what we did last night.
I looked in her black eye and knew she must have eavesdropped all night, but I just hung up and played.
I’m looking at Wong again. He’s kind of passionate, after all.
My mom was happy to see Huang likes it, and I wanted to be promised to Wong.
I see. I know it’s time to run.
“Mom, I’m back in town this afternoon. I’m busy. “I have a small apartment in the city. I bought it myself. I live in a very comfortable house.
I’m going to live a life without evil!
My mom’s fine. After all, it’s over.
She’s going to go get a red bag, a thick one, and put it to Wong.
Yellow doesn’t want to take it. He doesn’t want to be my husband. He’s a proud weasel.
I say you keep it. It’s my mom’s heart.
Wong will take it.
When I drove out of the village, I took his red bag, and said, “You’re a child, you don’t understand. I’ll keep it for you.” I’m sorry.
Wong doesn’t like it, but he won’t take it from me.
He focused on driving me to the city.
In the big cities, with so many eyes, Yellow became the focus.
Wherever he went, he was surrounded, especially by girls, who were all horrifying, taking pictures and coming.
I don’t like it. “Yow, my foot hurts. Take me. I’m sorry.
Wong pretended not to hear, looking elsewhere.
1st and 2nd… until I count to three, Wong gets down.
He was at least 1 metre, 8 or 5 feet taller, longer and taller and more elegantly dressed.
I went back to him and smiled.
Great. Don’t walk.
Wong, behind my back, walks forward, has a little bit of a romantic mood for an iconic play, watching the beauty of the neighborhood.
At the apartment, Wong tried to throw me down.
I pretended to fall asleep and didn’t want to come down because Huang was so warm.
Sunshine and grass smell so good.
Is that what a handsome guy smells like? I can smell three bowls of rice.
“Stop pretending. Your saliva is pouring into my neck. The blogger adds:
I wiped my mouth and jumped down and opened the door to the apartment.
It’s a little messy, but I usually live alone, but it’s not like military training.
There’s my underwear on the couch.
I went to collect it, and when I turned, Huang started cleaning with a broom.
Hey, what a lovely yellow.
He took the initiative to contract housework to keep me from working hard.
“Yow, you’re so handsome, you’re rewarded tonight for taking a bath. I’m sorry.
“No, just mention what you need me to do. I hope you’re happy and let me go. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had experience with corn.
He waited for me to let him go.
And I thought, “Well, then you’ll be my costume model, and I’ll design for you. I’m sorry.
I’m a costume designer, mostly a man, probably because of my personality, and I’m wilder.
“What do I have to do? I’m sorry.
“Take off, try my clothes. * I’m positive, actually I’ve been upset about the lack of a good model. *
Huang’s coat hanger.
As for stripping, not really, but I’d love to.
“You have not touched a man before, and I wish I would have taken it all away. Ah, the young ones are moving. I’m sorry.
He mocked me!
“Don’t be so narcissistic. I’m just asking you to be a model. I’m so shallow I’m moaning, jumping off the 7th floor and not touching you.” I’m sorry.
On the same day, I moved some props home to the company and put them in the apartment.
I’m used to designing costumes in an apartment, and after all, there’s too many people in the company to concentrate.
Of course, it’s mainly too bright for Huang.
My 40-year-old bitch boss, the girl I dated the other day, my Zero-Turkish manager… can’t take all of Yellow?
So, at home.
At 8:00 p.m., I ate and drank and gave Wong a look.
He asked me why.
I said you’re going to take a shower. I’ll be a model later.
A yellow slant, “Shu Light, you said yourself, “You’re moaning, jumping off the seventh floor, you won’t touch me.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, you underestimate the designer’s professional attitude. I’ve seen dozens of men’s bodies, and I haven’t felt them. I’m still confident in this.
I’m a work demon. It’s work, it’s work, it’s work.
“Have you seen the bodies of dozens of men?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, why? I’m sorry.
Wong don’t talk, go take a shower.
I’ve been waiting for him in the workshop.
He walked in, didn’t drag any mud and water.
I took a cup of red tea, raised my sleeves and made a professional look.
There’s absolutely no dichotomy.
What is a man?
Men are just horses!
Yellow is standing straight, and the bathrobe looks small, which is mine.
I said take it off. Let me see how you’re doing. I’ll find you a product.
I thought Wong was gonna be squeamish after all, he resisted being my model.
And then he said nothing.
And the robe fell on the ground, and my eye was on the ground.
Shit!
What is this fairy body!
He’s a man of great shape, with a clear and deep profile, like a Greek sculpture, a dark and dark eye, and he’s wild, dark and sexy!
Large shoulder, thin back, thick chest, eight abs, two mermaid lines, then down…
That’s not cool.
I got a grunt in my throat and looked elsewhere.
Wong smiled and stood up.
I feel like he’s mocking me.
I refused to give up, and I looked at him again, “It’s good, it’s good.”
He’s not finished. He’s got a Pose on his side.
It’s not that big, but all his muscles are active, and he’s got amazing beauty.
I’m in the fucking hole again.
“How is it compared to the dozens of men you’ve seen?
“Pretty bystanders, no blow, one by one, very common. * I’m so hard, I’m finished, I’m spitting out of my mouth. *
It’s actually the first time I’ve actually seen a man’s body, and the dozens I’ve seen before are models that the company’s looking for.
Where like yellow, bare eggs.
He’s a disgrace!
“You’re such a disgrace. Wong laughed at me because I had a lot of spit.
When he smiled, I turned back and wiped my mouth.
The heart beats fast, the cheeks are hot, and all the breath is spicy.
The workroom is quiet, confused.
But why am I embarrassed?
I’m Wu Asane and Heaven, the queen of Wong.
I turned around and said to start working.
He turned his eyes away: “Don’t work, I’m afraid you can’t stand it.” I’m sorry.
He’s such a jerk. Think he’s handsome?
I said you just watch me perform.
Wong, tie the bathrobe around the waist, block the key and cooperate with me.
I think he’s better this way, too beautiful.
I’m in position right now, and I’m shaking, and I’m starting to think.
Designing clothing is a difficult task, with the lead, the cuffs, the colours, the tattoos, etc., all in detail, and sometimes I can work three days and three nights without sleeping, just to make the cuff details better.
Yellow’s got Pose on me and I’ll do it.
I draw drawings from time to time, I draw lines from time to time, and I take a white-boarded dress and put it on Yellow.
It’s dark.
But I’m more excited.
I don’t know if Huang’s too handsome, and I’m so inspired that I feel like I’m breaking the limit.
I didn’t stop until late in the night and laughed at my design.
Perfect!
This dress is designed for sale?
Smiling for half a day, he looked up and came up with a cup of red tea, standing right next to him.
He should have stood for a long time.
I smiled, “You are so sweet, you will be rewarded with a bath.” I’m sorry.
He said, “You’ve been working for hours, aren’t you tired?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not tired, I’m working hard! “I’m not tired, I’m on the rise.
Yellow may be a little afraid I’m tired and want me to stop working like this.
But he finally left me and took a shower.
I looked at the plans again, and I was satisfied and tired.
I ate something and I went to the bathroom.
Yellow is baking, and I came in and I snagged, “What are you doing? I don’t need your reward! I’m sorry.
He thought I was gonna reward him for taking a bath.
I said I don’t reward you. I’m a traditional girl. I’m just tired.
He believed in it and wrapped himself in the water before he got up to wipe it.
We saw him covering his lower body with a towel, so he could not spit: “As for you, I do not like to see. I’m sorry.
“Huh. “A yellow-mouthed smile, his head went out.
I sighs, hey, pity.
After taking a shower, I’m stuck.
Yellow’s making a snack. I smell sugar.
So We cried out to him, lying down: “Yeong, I do not eat, I sleep. I’m sorry.
“I eat it myself. @Awll: #Yan #Feb14
I went to sleep, but my stomach squealed.
Although he had eaten something earlier, he was not fully fed and had been mistreated by yellow’s sugar and was getting hungry.
What the hell is he doing?
I turned over and was sulking.
Yellow came in with a bowl of sugar and stood by the bed.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
“Eat and eat. “Hwang is shattering a spoon, and his long fingers are intact.
I swallowed it and said I’d have a bowl.
He laughed, “Didn’t you eat? Are you not a workaholic?” You can work for ten hours without eating. I’m sorry.
There was some discontent in his speech.
It’s like I don’t eat at work.
I said get used to it, all right.
“Then sleep, don’t eat. @Awl: I’m sorry.
It pisses me off, this straight guy.
I said no, I’m not hungry anyway.
I fell back and slept. I couldn’t sleep. I was hungry.
It’s probably years of working like this, hurting your stomach.
I can’t hear Wong anymore. He’s ignoring me!
Oh, my God!
Turning over and seeing the yellow system with an apron and looking at me in peace.
I’m a little confused. What are you doing?
He pointed to the outside: “Get up for dinner, drink a bowl of sugar, eat it, and you won’t work tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
I smell the fragrance, the fragrance of the feet of the pig and the fried wings.
I wonder how Wong knows I’m not working tomorrow.
He said he had read the calendar on my desk, which included a day of rest and a day of extended auntie.
My face is red, this yellow, what are you looking at?
It’s my work habits, and it’s often marked up to two months later, and it’s arranged properly.
I got up and ran to dinner.
A table full of fragrance.
I don’t know. Did the gold cook make this?
“I did it when you worked, but I didn’t ask you to disturb you, so I’ll get to the table. @Awung opened his apron, threw it gently and hung it on the stool.
Wow, that’s cool!
I sat down and swallowed up, and I forgot how many mouths I had.
Yellow kept looking at me, and when I looked up at him, he laughed, and he laughed.
But in one pair of eyes, he didn’t laugh, and he was so proud of himself.
You’re a proud weasel.
I drank another bowl of sugar water, and I couldn’t get enough.
I was happy to say to Wong that he would sleep with me tonight.
He groaned: “I know I can’t get away from you, but if you want to do bad things, I suggest you be prepared, after all you have no experience.” I’m sorry.
I’m so upset!
What’s that supposed to mean?
Besides, what do I want to do?
This night, I slept very sweetly.
He fell asleep after being too tired and hugged.
Yellow is really warm, and he smells real. I suspect his sweat smells good.
He’s gone again.
I opened my mouth and cried, “Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye.”
“Where are you crying?” Wong came in, and saw me lying down.
I said I didn’t want to move, but I peed.
He made me roll.
I said you don’t have any magic? Can you keep people awake and pee?
“I have the magic, but I don’t have the magic. “Aw, he’s all over his face.
I’ve got it, and I’ve got it, and I’ve got it. Is it strong?”
“It’s tough. I can lock you up and keep you up all night so you don’t scratch. “Ah-hum grunted and accidentally caught his leg.
I hit my own hand. It’s a cheap hand.
But I can’t admit I’m cheap, I say it’s just habit.
Wong doesn’t understand. He doesn’t want to understand.
He made me breakfast, already done.
I’m feeling good. I’m a good yellow.
At breakfast, Huang’s old saying: “When will you let me go?” I’m sorry.
He mentioned it when he was a child and asked several times after he broke two acres of corn.
I let him go when I was little, but not yet.
I thought to myself, “Chuong, have you heard a word? Chekhov said that if a gun appeared in the story, it had to be fired. I’m sorry.
“What do you want to say?” I’m sorry.
“You appear in my story, and you must stay.” “I look at it, it makes sense, it’s philosophical.
A yellow tumbled the temple of the sun: “Yes, I see you in my story. I must crash.” I’m sorry.
He did want to die, but he didn’t.
And I smiled and gave him a term: “When I put my new clothes on the market, I’ll let you go, and now you’ll have to model me.” I’m sorry.
His eyes were bright: “Really? I’m sorry.
I’m serious.
Breakfast. I’m busy again.
I’ve been in the computer database since yesterday, but I’m still trying to get some more.
Or try some more.
I don’t have to use it anyway.
I’ll get to work.
But it was interrupted at noon, and I was used to doing it in one breath, often from morning to night.
But Wong made lunch so I could sleep and be busy.
I’m not used to eating after I’m busy.
“If you’re tired, I can’t get out of it.” I’m sorry.
Is this gonna happen again?
Then I can’t get tired.
I ate dinner and took a nap.
Can’t sleep.
I called Wong again.
Huang is sitting on the balcony in the sun, and when he hears my cry, he comes in and says, “Why are I crying again?”
I said get up and work.
He said no.
I said you’d sleep with me and you’d sleep with me.
He warned immediately, “Do you want to take advantage of it in broad daylight?”
He really doesn’t trust me at all.
And I said, “Yo, you must have misunderstood me, but I’m really traditional, so let’s just say I don’t want to sleep with you, I just want to wake up with you. I’m sorry.
Yellow said nothing, fell into bed, held me numb.
I’m so comfortable, I’m so warm…
Sleeping in confusion and waking up late.
I’m an idiot. Is this a nap?
“A yellow one, a yellow one, a yellow one! * I wake up and say, “Yow, let him get ready to work tonight and I’m going back to the company tomorrow to submit a new proposal.
Yellow is making dinner and there’s a woman laughing in the kitchen.
I went to see my female colleague Zhou Ling.
Zhou Ling’s body is very full, and both men and women must look at her breasts at first glance.
She’s here!
He cooks with Wong.
Yellow turned around and looked down and his eyes were slanted.
Zhou Ling looked at me, and he said, “Assane, you wake up, I’m here this afternoon, you’re sleeping, only this handsome man is here. I’m sorry.
Zhou Ling’s arm was pulled from the Zhou Ling’s arm: “A Huang, let me tell you, it’s shallow and hard, like a man every day, in the company, and the men are afraid of her. I envy her for being so cool. I’m sorry.
Yellow’s got his arm.
I asked Zhou Ling for what.
She smiled: “Where did you find the model? I’m sorry.
I’ve got a lot of work to do. I’m sending guests.
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Qiang and Wong Zhu, “I’m going to go first, my dear brother, and I’m going to work for six parents. I’m sorry.
Yellow again.
Zhou Ling will be gone.
I closed the door, it was so depressing.
Wong, look at me. “Are you jealous?” I’m sorry.
“I’ll eat your dead head, I’m Zhou Ling, you’re not allowed to talk to her, or I’ll make you look good! * I’m so mean, I scare Wong. *
“Chichev said that if a gun appeared in the story, it had to be fired. So if there’s Zhou Ling in the story, she has to be your enemy. I’m sorry.
“I swear! If Zhou Ling appears in the story, her chest must shrink! “I’m even more angry, Wong is deliberately angry with me.
Yellow smile yue now, look at my chest.
What are you looking at?
And he turned away and looked away: “It’s still better than fake.” I’m sorry.
I blinked and covered my chest, “Do you see?” I’m sorry.
“I have the magic. I can actually see everything. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go to hell, and you’ll crush the grave.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think Huang could see anything.
So We went to wear an extra coat, and We covered it with a heavy coat.
Wong can’t watch!
Yellow stood at the door and laughed, “No, I can see it when I think about it. I’m sorry.
“You can’t think!”
“It’s like you can’t control yourself without a strong man. “A yellow-mouthed smile, as if he had won.
It’s always been him. Now it’s my turn.
My anger, and I doubt that he has seen it many times, I ask, “Are you looking at me every day?” Am I naked in front of you? I’m sorry.
Wong’s smiling and quiet.
I can tell from the look on his face. He’s really seen me so many times!
I’ve got a red face on the scene and my heart’s about to beat.
“You stink of shame!” I scolded him.
He looked at me with his beautiful eyes, scanned up and down, and touched his chin, saying, “You’ve got a nice figure. I’m sorry.
I ran away, not his opponent at all.
Man cannot beat a fair man. I accept defeat.
But losing doesn’t mean compromise. I told him to blindfold and be my model.
Wong is blindfolded.
To see if he can’t see, I waved my hand in front of him and punched him.
He didn’t react at all.
I’m gonna relax and I’m gonna make him stand and I’m gonna go to breakfast and work.
Eat and drink and work.
I tried Wong again, and I gave him the finger. He didn’t respond, and he sat quietly as my model.
What a handsome, good-looking boy. Love.
I was so busy, I started to heat up with the air conditioning.
I took all my coats off and put them in my pajamas.
I’m so busy, I’m up on the table, I’m focused on drawings, I get up and think.
I found the yellow face facing me.
He’s looking at me, blindfolded.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
Wong replied, “No, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
I was a little confused and pretended to keep working, to sneak into his eyes, and he started staring at me again, as if he was looking at the chest.
I blink and pull my pajamas down!
A yellow snort.
“I’ll fuck you, you can still see! * I jumped out of nowhere, and I had a bad breath. *
Yellow pulls up the eye cloth, and his mouth is sipping, “I can see it. I can see it, but I can’t think of anything dirty. I’m just looking at you. You pull your pyjamas and I see it. I’m sorry.
“I believe in you. You’ve got a bad eye. You’ll see through my bra! “I don’t believe Wong, how could he react so badly if his mind wasn’t dirty?
“Look what you’re wearing.” I’m sorry.
I look down, I’m in my pajamas.
Look a little further inside, I’m stupid.
I don’t fucking wear a bra. I just remember. I just got up in a jacket.
In other words, Huang was really just looking at me, and I suddenly pulled my pajamas…
“Fuck you! * I’m ashamed I’m all red *
I don’t give a shit.
I went over there and Huang turned and ran and stepped on the floor paper and slipped.
He fell and turned, and I got there, jumped on him, held him down!
But by chance, I jumped on that piece of paper.
In a moment, I fell forward, my lower body was out of control and my upper body was still up.
You think I’m gonna make a movie? I’m about to kiss Huang? And then spring falls in love?
But no kissing.
When I look down, I’ll sit on my ass.
Wong’s face is so full of shit, I’m going to turn around and laugh and say, “Are you okay? I’m sorry.
He looked at me on his side, and he looked a little numb, and he said, “So light, you ride my back when you’re little, and now you’re riding my face, and I can’t imagine what else you’ll ride.” I’m sorry.
“I… I ride and you don’t give me anything to ride. * I grunt, a little *
“The one who should not ride, fool!”
I couldn’t stand him when I was riding Wong’s face.
It is, after all, an insult to him — an insult, an insult to my mind.
I don’t know what Wong thinks.
I don’t work anymore. Progress has been disrupted.
I turned on my computer, looked at my design yesterday, and I wanted to refine it.
I couldn’t find my design. The folder was gone!
“A yellow and a yellow!” I shouted.
Wong ran over, he was on the balcony.
“Where are my designs? “I ask Wong, it’s urgent.
He’s in the fog: “What’s gone? I don’t understand computers. Where do you keep them? I’m sorry.
“D drive, I’ve lost a whole folder. There’s a lot of stuff in it. “It’s a mess, but I’m used to it. This folder is half my life.
Wong helped me find it. He doesn’t know much, but he can figure it out.
I think it’s completely deleted.
I’m so excited. I shouldn’t have. Am I wrong?
Huang thought, “When Zhou Ling came, I didn’t take care of her, she walked in the workshop for a while. I’m sorry.
Chow Ling!
Zhou Ling made a copy of my file and deleted it all!
She had asked me to copy her a copy of my paper long ago, because she had a bad capacity and had a bad day.
But this document is my baby. Why would I give it to her?
I called Zhou Ling immediately and she turned it off.
I tried to find her, but I realized I didn’t even know where she lived.
“It’s over, work tomorrow, and she’ll show my results to the leadership as soon as she meets! * I’m scratching my hair, irritating!
“I’ll go find her and get it for you.” I’m sorry.
“How do you find it? It’s useless to find her. “I shook my head, and now there’s no evidence, and it’s useless to call the police.
“I’ll make her admit it, the design is so important to you, I’ll bring it back.” I’m sorry.
I’m stunned. It’s so cold.
“Well, it’s better to think about the design, mainly because there’s a lot of my collection in the document…” I’m scared.
“Your collection? What is it?”
“Human sprawl, about 100 Gs. Not mine, from my college sister. “I bowed my head and grabbed my finger.
Jeez, so embarrassing.
A yellow eyelashes shakes, and it takes a deep breath: “You’re real. I’m sorry.
I’ve decided not to get the file back.
I don’t want to argue with Zhou Ling. She’s useless anyway. What if there’s a plan?
I can’t read anything but my mess.
She’s been staring at my folder a long time ago, but I can’t get a copy of it.
I’m redesigning!
I’m gonna design a better one!
So it started, and Wong became a model again, until night.
I was sweating and starving.
Wong asked me what I wanted to eat, I said takeout, order a hot pot, have fun.
Wong let me order for myself, he won’t.
I just ordered.
When the hot pot comes, the spicy smell goes right through the nasal cavity, and it moves people’s fingers.
I ate with Wong, he couldn’t eat the spicy, and he left it there at one bite.
I told him you’d take a sip and eat. He said no. He had the first spicy taste.
And suddenly I think of a joke, and I say, “Well, there are five kinds of spicy, one is spicy, one is hot, one is hot, one is spicy, one is spicy, the last is what?” I’m sorry.
“What’s hot?” I’m sorry.
“I’m fucking hot!” “I’m laughing.
Wong blinks and frowns and keeps eating.
I couldn’t laugh. I gave him a foot: “You’re boring. I’m sorry.
“I don’t understand. Think. @Awl: #Jan25
I said you’re stupid. You can’t even think about it.
He does not dispute that there is a Shiha in China.
He hasn’t figured it out yet.
I’m going to take a shower, and I’m going to be comfortable, and I’m going to work tomorrow.
Half-washed, a boar ran in and laughed, “I’m fucking hot! It’s so funny. I’m fucking hot! I’m sorry.
I’ve got my tits on, and I’m stupid.
He blinked and turned and went out again.
I have serious doubts that Wong can’t find a funny point. He did not find it until I took a bath.
I put it there to bathe. He’s fucking hot!
I curse him with a needle!
After taking a shower, Wong was in the middle of hygiene.
I grunted and ignored him!
I couldn’t sleep when I was sleeping.
My sleep quality is so bad that I can’t smell it.
Then Huang came at me and looked at me: “I did not mean to see you bathe, but I will sleep with you.” I’m sorry.
“No, thank you.” I’m hard.
Yellow left.
I’m so angry. I have to work tomorrow. How can I not sleep? Wong won’t be more proactive?
Turning over in a harrowing manner, Wong sat by my bed and looked at me.
I was like, “Did you leave?” Like a ghost!”
“I wanted to go, but I couldn’t sleep either, because I still didn’t understand how funny your jokes are. He’s looking at me.
“You did come in the bathroom to look at me, you didn’t know how to laugh.” I’m sorry.
Wong is laughing and won’t deny or deny it.
I gave him a foot on the spot, and he grabbed me by the ankle: “I really want to know where the laughing point is, if you don’t say it again.” I’m sorry.
I’m speechless.
Okay, say it again.
“There are five kinds of spicy in the world, and the first four are not. “I don’t want to explain any of the funny things.
Wong shakes his head: “No, the fifth spicy is not my fucking spicy…”
“You’re fighting?” Say, “What’s so hot?” I’m poking my back, and I’m sulking.
“I like you spicy. ‘A yellow soft and look at me as if there was a spring of water in my eyes, and the ripples were on my heart.’
I didn’t know if it was because Wong’s eyes were so soft or because he was so handsome.
Anyway, I’m so confused, my face is red.
“Ha-ha-ha, isn’t this more funny? “A yellow smiled, proud.
I lost my mind and kicked him.
And he pulls himself in, he grabs me in, he smiles at me and smells at my hair: “Sleep, I fucking sleep hot!” I’m sorry.
I slept well in Wong’s arms. He was so sweet.
I woke up the next morning at 7:00 because I had to work.
I told Wong to watch TV at home. I went to the company.
Yellow noded, saying he was finally out of trouble, and he was relieved to see me.
I looked at him and went to the company.
When we got to the office, Zhou Ling came in.
And she sent me a fake bag, and smiled like a flower on my shoulder: “Sun, I’m rich, I’ll give you a bag.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “What kind of money?”
“Oh, I designed a brand-new dress that was shown to the boss all night last night. He’s been exaggerating me for a long time. Zhou Ling sold himself to boast.
I show you, “Oh, you can. I’ve got a mess in my folder. You can find a design. I’m sorry.
Zhou’s face is still the same, but it’s just a sigh: “I’m shallow, I’ve never been able to do anything at the company, and this time I’d like to learn from you, I hope there’s plenty of it for you.” I’ll show you later. Don’t shout, before it’s bad for everyone. I’m sorry.
Where she came from, she came to threaten.
She had an improper relationship with our boss, and many people in the company were afraid of her.
So she’s so ugly.
I’m quiet, thinking about what to do.
Zhou Ling smiled and walked away with his own free will.
8:30, meeting.
The company’s design department is in the middle of the day, and she’s dying to show her work.
She opened my folder and found my design.
Both leaders and colleagues see even nodes.
Zhou’s soul was filled with joy and took a look at me and said, “Thank you for helping me find inspiration, I’ve been able to design such an excellent work, thanks to her. I’m sorry.
This light compliment is useless.
Zhou Ling, don’t you have something better? Why are you hiding?”
On Monday morning, colleagues were somewhat surprised.
What else?
I went straight to show you, and Zhou Ling reacted, and I was so busy saying, “Oh, yes, I’ve got something better. I don’t know much about computers. I’m sorry.
Zhou Ling thought I was afraid of her and wanted to compliment her, so he offered better plans.
I opened a file and clicked on it.
At the time of the meeting, strange noises spread throughout the conference room and the screen was an unattractive image.
My face is a little hot, and it’s mine, to be exact, from my college sister. I haven’t really seen it.
They were all shocked, and Zhou’s spirit looked up, and looked twice, and cried, “This is not mine.” What are you doing?
“I’m sorry, it’s a mistake. “I’ll explain with my head down and light another document.
The results are even more ridiculous.
I almost threw up, damn sister, stuffed me with this stuff. Fortunately, I haven’t lit most of it.
Now, the boss is stupid.
The women colleagues went out in a mess.
I was so busy, and I was like, “Well, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
And Zhou cried out, suddenly: This is hers, not mine, and the documents are hers. I’m sorry.
“It’s not mine…” I cried.
Zhou Ling pointed at me and said, “I’m just borrowing your designs. How dare you insult me, you son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
“Sorry the document is mine, not Zhou Ling. I’m going down to admit it.
“What the hell? Whose design is it? I’m sorry.
Hers, all of them! Zhou Zhou is in a hurry to throw the pot.
I do not speak, I do not speak in silence.
Zhu Xiaosang, you go ahead. Zhou Ling, come to my office! “The old boss is up and gone.
I’m going, too.
Everyone’s talking about a lot of people laughing at each other and whispering Zhou Ling is so dirty that they don’t know anything about it.
I was asked what happened.
Of course I’m innocent. I understand.
Zhou Ling was opened that day.
When she packed her things, her eyes were red-eyed and her colleagues were sneaking at her and laughing.
I’m not laughing. I have to hold on to the pathetic set.
After work, I was humming little songs and shaking Zhou Ling’s bag to the elevator.
It turns out there’s a sign in front of the elevator saying it’s under repair.
I have to take the stairs. It’s on the fifth floor anyway.
We were walking, and suddenly we heard the rushing footsteps behind us, and as soon as we turned back, Zhou’s spirit was kicking.
“You son of a bitch, you’re killing me, and you’re not gonna get better! Zhou Ling kicked me over, and I’ve been rolling in circles, and I’ve been dazzled and scattered.
Zhou Ling sits on me with his hands on my hair, slaps me in the face and let me die!
I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I didn’t expect Zhou Ling to be so mean.
Plus I fell too hard to fight back.
I felt like my scalp was being ripped off and my mouth was bleeding.
Out of survival instincts, I grabbed Zhou Ling and scratched her face.
She got angry, dragged me to the stairs, pushed me down.
I went up again, and when I fell down the stairs, my head was buzzing, my arms were broken and my sight was blurred.
There’s blood all over the nose.
“Ah-ha, you son of a bitch! Zhou Ling yelled and ran away.
I can’t move, I can’t move, I can’t move.
My whole body hurts so bad that my tears continue to flow.
“A yellow, a yellow…” In my subconscious, I can only groan, I think.
The sight is blurry, almost invisible, and it’s a mess.
It was only at the close of my eyes that a shadow appeared.
Like the sky, it smells like sun and grass.
It smells good.
I’m crying, Wong, you’re fucking hot.
When he woke up, he was dazed, his head was broken, as if he had been burned by fire, and his position was tightened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in the hospital bed.
It’s quiet around, it’s dark out.
I can’t help but panic and say, “Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-ooh…”
He screamed, and his lips burst, and blood came out.
Zhou Ling hurt me too much!
But Yellow didn’t show up.
I’m panicking because I’m afraid or because it’s too quiet.
“A yellow and a yellow! I don’t know when I’ve been so dependent on Yellow, despite my lip wounds.
The door was finally pushed, but it was not Wong who came in, it was a nurse.
She rushed in, told me not to shout, and checked the situation for me, saying that she was lying down.
Where’s Wong?
And her face rose up, and her voice was a few springs: “Is he the man who paid for you? He said he had left before. He was so handsome. Is he your brother?” I’m sorry.
“My husband. * I’m so relieved that Huang is still alive, I just have to leave. *
The nurse had no sprout on her face. She was like a quail.
But she did her duty and helped me with the wounds on my mouth.
I know she wants to ask me when you get divorced.
But she couldn’t ask.
What a good white angel.
It’s done. The nurse’s gone. I’m lying alone.
Very quiet.
I tried to find a cell phone, but my arm was broken, hard to move.
I’m afraid I’ll recover for six months for a hundred days.
Zhou Ling destroyed not only my body, but also my work, and I returned to the company six months later, and I’m afraid there is no place for me.
She’s so mean!
The more I want to get mad, the more I feel like I’m in pain, so I don’t want to think about Wong.
Wong is so handsome!
The more I want to love it, the more I love it, the more I think about it.
Yellow will be here soon.
He looked a bit like a servant, and he came in and he smiled at me, and he said, “Oh, that’s good. I’m sorry.
I was so angry, but I was like, “Can’t you worry about me?” I’m sorry.
He spread out his hand: “Yes, but don’t die. You’re dead. Who will free me?” I’m sorry.
What he has downplayed is the truth.
But in my eyes, he was clearly proud.
“How can I remember someone crying when he took me to the hospital? “I remember very little that I was not completely unconscious.
When Wong carried me to the hospital, I could feel the hot body and the depressing breath.
He was angry and sad.
Must be crying.
A yellow squint, not to argue, just to sit and see my wounds.
I said he was hungry, he asked the doctor for attention, and he made something to feed me.
I ate so well I asked him about Zhou Ling.
Wong says it’s done.
I asked how it was handled.
“As I am a human being, let’s do it according to the law.” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you bite her and kill me? “I don’t like it, asshole!
“You treat me like a dog? I’m just digging and not biting! “Ah-ho-ho-ho.
I’m suffocating. All right, let the law clean up Zhou Ling.
I don’t want to mess with this.
After eating, I’m strong, I can’t move.
Wong said he went back to bed and let me get well.
I was like, “You’re leaving? You’re not with me?”
“What are you doing with me? It’s boring. You’re bored alone. Don’t take me with you. @Ah-Hwang is right.
I’m so mad at him, I order him to stay and try to make me happy.
Wong, look at me and sing for me.
My eyes are bright, yeah!
Wong’s voice is so good, you can’t sing
I let him sing.
He sits on the bed and sings.
It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful, it’s heaven, but he sings “The Ghost Bride.” And she looked at her eyes, and she saw that it was worse.”
I said stop singing, I’m going down.
I urge Huang to change songs!
Wong may be afraid I’m going down, so I’m going to change the title of “The Bride of Paper.”
It’s a pity that “The Bride” is still dark and I still want to go on.
I said, can you light the sun? I don’t want to see my milk.
He said he’d do that. He used to listen to them when they were weasel.
I said you wouldn’t study in the sun, Ma.
He really did. He took his cell phone for a while and said he learned a opera.
I’m confused. Why is this a big show going on?
But better than a pussy song.
I’ll let him sing, he moan his throat and sing.
It’s “The Lady of God” and it’s quite in place, and I’m hearing it.
For the first time, I knew the opera would be so good.
I’m saying it’s too traditional. I’m learning too.
Actually, I like to sing, KTV’s always Macbeth, just too busy after graduation to sing K.
He wants to hear me sing.
I learned it on the spot, and I’m in a good mood, and my pains are down, and my mouth’s fine.
Wong taught me to sit next to me and sit around my head.
I glanced at him, saw his side face carved out like a stone, the eyelash bended, the wine was shallow, the nose was pretty…
Damn, that’s killing me.
I grunted a little saliva.
I’m hungry again. I’m sorry.
I’m not hungry. I’m just spitting.
I’ll shake my head and learn to sing.
Wong taught me again.
I’m learning how to walk. I’m watching him.
He saw it again, and he understood it. He said, “You look hungry, and you want to eat me.” I’m sorry.
And I was too busy to deny it, and he swooped and turned his mouth at a good radiance: “Shu-sun, sing the trick, and I will let you eat me, or I will eat you, in bed, couch, balcony, kitchen, bathroom, whatever you choose.” I’m sorry.
I choked. What’s that word?
This isn’t good!
I’m blushing. Do you think Wong was trying to rub me? Bastard!
“Why do you want to hear the play? I’m changing the subject, or I’m going down.
“It’s normal that weasel likes to listen to the play. I used to come to the sheds in your village when I was a kid and listen to it for a few days in New Year’s. I’m sorry.
When he said the shed in the village, I remembered something.
When I was a kid, I ran to the shed, yelled, and learned to act like a singer.
But then the shed was haunted and I found it.
I bought a cannon to blow up oxen in the grass behind the shed, and I thought I’d give a little festivities to the solo singer, after all.
I blew up several piles of cow dung, but every time I blew up, I heard a scream and someone scolded me.
It scares the shit out of me. I think there’s something in the meadow. It’s probably a weed-eater.
I ran off on the spot, spread propaganda, and then I didn’t dare go to the shed.
It’s kind of hairy now, because there was really screaming and yelling at me.
I said to Wong, “Does he have a little monster who can scold in the grass?”
He was silent for a long time, and smiled at me: “Don’t be afraid of the shallowness, it’s only that I have been put on the face of a cow and I can’t help but scold you.” I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
“Really, every time I change places, you can always locate and let cow shit blow my face. I didn’t kill you. I’m sorry.
Wong and I knew each other, and he’s been blown up by me.
That’s bad luck.
But it’s kind of romantic.
What’s romantic is that when we were kids, we both liked to listen to the play and think about it because of cow shit.
I kicked Wong’s ass hard enough: “Yow, I’ll sing you a good show because you’ve been blown up by cow shit. I’m sorry.
Wong opened my pig’s hoof and told me not to move.
I’m warm in my heart. Learn the play!
I can’t get out of bed, I can’t act, I can yell.
I can hear him.
A week, a little.
When I was a kid, I loved singing, but at least I was interested in it, and I was gifted by rounding, and then by rounding, I was the playboy.
I’m confident I’ll sing to him.
He took it seriously and took a small stool in front of my bed and looked at me blinking.
He’s so handsome. I don’t remember the first time.
In short, he’s as handsome as a good-looking student on a small stool, shuddering with his eyes open, his tall nose, and his red lips…
“I said, “Can you stop being crazy? Sing it! @Ah-Hong exhale and try to hit me.
I mean, I’m not crazy, I’m having a mood. The most important part is emotion.
He waited for me to brew.
I said look at the abs. It’s better.
He exhaled again, and then he leaned back a little, with his hands pulling his clothes and showing eight abs.
I almost jumped up, lucky I broke a bone.
Amit, sinner.
Just a few more eyes.
Let’s sing.
“The Goddess’s Spectrum” is the opera, but it’s a lot easier to understand than when I was a kid in the village.
I sing one word at a time, and I feel like I’ve found the fun of childhood.
I didn’t say I was a bad singer.
I was so happy I felt so good.
When I’m done, I’m gonna ask him, can I go to the Golden Hall in Vienna to promote our traditional culture?
“I suggest that you stay away from the traditional culture. I’m sorry.
I’m so mad. What do you mean? Do I sound awful?
He said it was as ugly as when he was a child, and those who did not know thought I was singing “The Goddess.”
I’m so mad at you.
But then suddenly he saw Afruit rubbing his eyes, and he cried.
I’m not angry, I’m a little upset, “Why are you crying?” Is it that bad?”
He said he didn’t cry. He just had a bad eye.
I said no. You must be crying. Why are you crying?
Yellow stood up and looked at me in tears, and for the first time I found him so vulnerable, he must have been sad.
I couldn’t help but say, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
He rubbed his tears with a towel, so he took it easy: “It’s okay, remembering a little bit of the past, thank you, shallow.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the past? “I saw him with certainty, a little heartache.
Huang hesitated and sat down and said, “It’s been a long time since my family went to the play when I was a kid. I’m sorry.
“Is your family going to listen to the play?”
“Yeah, the whole family likes to go, and we listen to you sing, and they say you sing worse than a rat, so you’re going to borrow BGM for a cunt. I’m sorry.
I’m touched. I didn’t think the Huangs had heard me sing.
It’s fate!
Of course, I can’t go with BGM when the Vigilante crosses. I’m afraid.
I asked Huang, “What about your family? Why do you cry?”
“Death. I’m sorry.
“All dead?” I wondered.
“Well, we’re all dead, we’ve been bitten by the village hounds, and your village has for some time been carrying out a huge campaign to eliminate weasel. Wong, look at me, don’t cry.
I sting, it…
“A yellow, I… I didn’t beat a weasel, I saved a weasel, a little one, I hid, and I slept in my arms. That’s all I can say. I feel sorry for Yellow.
Yellow laughed: “I know. I’m sorry.
“Well, you know?”
Wong stopped talking and hung out, and said, “You sing, I’m satisfied, and I’ll wait until your clothes are on the market. Don’t forget to let me go.” I’m sorry.
He remembered this.
I forgot.
I said you wanted to leave.
He nodded his head: “How can he go or not? I’m sorry.
“Why not?” I wonder.
Wong didn’t answer and said to get me something to eat.
A month later, I was able to move, but I couldn’t.
The company’s here, my top boss.
I thought he was here to fire me, and he was so excited to hold my hand, as if he had seen Mom: “Sunshine, your dress was a great success and you won a prize. Thank you for your company! I’m sorry.
I’m a bit of a fool. “What’s the prize for that design that Zhou Ling stole?” Why don’t I know anything? I’m sorry.
“Your boyfriend’s been working for you. He’s busy at the company every day. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Yemen
I realized that Huang was working for me while I was lying down.
“Sunshine, you take care of yourself, the company’s here, we’re on the run, your clothes are on the market, we’re making a fortune! “The boss is still spitting.
I’m happy, but I don’t seem happy.
‘Cause Huang’s gone.
I was lying there looking at the ceiling.
In the course of the meal, Huang came with his lunches and asked me, “What’s the matter? Is it boring? I’m sorry.
I looked back at Wong. Don’t talk.
He’s a gift from heaven, a beautiful gift, a handsome gift, I can’t see.
“Again? Can you hold on?
I said no, I want to keep my promise.
“What promises? I’m sorry.
“You said, “I’ve finished the show, you let me eat you?” Kitchen, bedroom, balcony, bathroom, room? * I bite my lips, I’m ashamed *
A yellow-eyed man can’t help but look at the room, and he can’t stop spitting, and he can’t stop saying, “Do you have any more color? I’m sorry.
“Will you come or not, I’ll be here now! “I’m holding up my chest.
Wong, say no. He’s not as sick as me.
And I said, “Well, you owe me, and when you can meet me in the ward, I will let you go.” I’m sorry.
Yellowdo realizes that it’s true.
I’m playing a scoundrel.
I don’t want Wong to leave.
Yellow wasn’t angry. He looked at me and then came over to feed me food and the look on his face.
I said you had to promise me.
“No mess.” I’m sorry.
He’s gentle.
But when I couldn’t tell you, I woke up.
I can only eat silently, without knowing what it’s like.
Wong didn’t talk anymore, just fed me.
After another month, my clothes were finally on the market, and the company’s seniors came to the hospital to give their good news.
I know I’m a success, but I can’t laugh.
I’ll look at the door when the top leaves, and Wong comes.
When Huang came to dinner at night, he smiled at me: “Do I have to be relieved?” I’m sorry.
I hold my mouth and I won’t talk.
He came again to touch my head: “No, I’m going home.” I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?”
“Where you humans cannot see. “Ah-Hwang says very deeply.
I thought about the book of the demons I thought I read, “Is it the world of demons?” I’m sorry.
Yellow almost died laughing, but noded again: “Well, it’s a dangerous place anyway. I’m sorry.
“How dangerous?”
“If you go, you won’t live the next day. He’s scared me.
I’m not afraid. I said we’d go to the demons and kill them.
“Where did you get the courage?” “A yellow slanted his eyes.
“I am in charge of gaga, and you are in charge of killing, so what’s the problem?” I’m sorry.
Yellow has no words.
I’m going to eat, get sick and sleep again.
I said, “Then don’t run, I haven’t agreed to let you go.” I’m sorry.
Wong looked at me and softened his head.
I eat, I get sick, I sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night and I peed and needed to go to the bathroom.
As usual, Wong will be in bed with him. I won’t call him but a nurse.
But this time, I was in a state of darkness, and I cried, “A yellow, a yellow, and a yellow.”
Wong isn’t here. The nurse is here.
I’ll keep calling Wong, but he never came.
Yellow’s gone.
I cried for a while, and Huang didn’t show up. Only the nurse told me not to move.
I can’t stop. I want to get out of bed.
I’m looking for Wong.
The nurse had to help me get out of bed. I went to the door to look in the hallway and wanted to see Wong.
But there’s no one in the dark corridor.
“A yellow one? * And I cried two more times, and when it came out, my nose was sour and my tears came down. *
The nurse scared me. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I wipe my tears and I don’t yell at Yellow anymore. I know he’s gone.
As agreed, he should have gone.
And go back to the bed, and my heart is empty, and my eyes are filled with tears, as if the sky had collapsed.
He then fell asleep and saw Huang sitting next to his bed.
When I got excited, Wong disappeared.
It’s an illusion.
I want to cry again, I feel bad.
And the door was open and my mom ran in.
I stopped. I didn’t tell my mom about my injuries.
Why didn’t you tell Mom? “My mom obviously knows what’s going on and she comes up crying and I don’t want to tell her.
I was so sorry that I cried when I saw my mom cry.
I don’t feel pain or pain, but I just want to cry.
It took me a while to stop crying and ask my mom why she came.
She said that she had a dream that a weasel spoke to her and said that Zhu Asam needed someone to take care of her injuries in some hospital or ward.
I’m even more upset when I hear it. It’s Ayeonto’s dream for my mother.
He asked my mom to take care of me, so he must have left.
I cried again and I cried my whole life.
My mom took care of me for two months and I finally got out.
I’ve actually had a good time, and the company’s taken good care of me, not only promoted me, but also doubled my salary.
My superiors came to visit me often, and brought me a trophy.
My mother took care of me like a baby, and I got three pounds fat.
But I’m not happy at all, and sometimes I dream in the middle of the night, and suddenly I scream, “A yellow, a yellow, a yellow, a yellow!” I’m sorry.
My mom told me to forget Yellow. Wong is so good. He’ll have to leave sooner or later.
I said I can’t forget. I want to find Wong.
I went to my mother’s home, back to my familiar village.
I went to the grave after the village to look at it and found it all repaired and beautiful.
I wandered around like a needle in a haystack, but turned dark and didn’t get yellow.
I ran out of the village, walking back and forth, looking for three kilometres of bush and still not finding it.
When I came home in the middle of the night, I cried, and my tears were blurry at where Wong had jumped, hoping that he would do it again.
Not at all.
My mom was waiting for me at the door, and she was worried I didn’t understand me and asked me what I was looking for.
I wouldn’t say. My mom dragged me into the house and gave me a rest.
It was over 4:00 in the morning. I woke up and couldn’t sleep.
It’s too hard.
I thought about it before, and then I thought about the theatre, and I thought about The Goddess.
This is Wong’s favorite thing.
I went to work, put on my coat and ran to the playhouse in the village.
The theatre has been in disrepair for a long time and the singers have gone to the new shed for the New Year.
So the theatre in the village has only one contours. It’s so cold.
I climbed the balconies with moonlight and watched the dark grass behind the front desk, feeling as if I had come to the grave.
It’s scary here.
But I was so anxious to find Wong, I got the nerve to pose and start singing.
If Wong was near the village, he would have come for the play.
After a song, it’s still dark around, only bugs.
I’m cold and tired and tears are spinning in my eyes.
Wong, why don’t you come?
I’ll continue to sing, and I’ll sound dumb, and if the village passes, I’ll think it’s haunted.
Finally, there’s a sound in the grass that’s not far away: “Stop singing and sing and the soldiers are dying.” I’m sorry.
It’s old. It’s a little squeaky.
Not Wong.
Who’s that?
I jumped off the stage and ran, “Who?”
There’s no movement in the hay.
I ran over and saw a weasel with bad legs and feet creeping away from the gutter.
It wants to run.
I’m the one who’s afraid of nothing.
He cried with pain: “Slower, I am the yellow fairy!” I’m sorry.
The talking weasel, it’s the fairies.
I put it down and asked it, “Do you know me? Where’s Yellow?”
“Of course I know you. The worst part of the show is yours. It’s full of white beards, one by one.
What about Yellow?
“What yellow?”
“When I was a kid, his family died and was bitten by the village dog…” I said it was a bit sad. Yellow was a little young.
The old weasel came to his senses: “Oh, little white Zawa, is there white hair in his head?” I’m sorry.
I tried to remember that it seemed that Yellow did have white hair when he came out, but I had ignored it.
I’m right. Where is he?
The old weasel groaned his breath, sat his ass and touched his beard with his paws: “By God’s wrath, Baekzawa has split into Muggles. Though he survived, he was already a common fool weasel.” I’m sorry.
It says, “Look at me, I know, because of you, this time, you’re here again. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but pick up one question and ask, “What’s wrong with Huang?” For what? Why?
“It was a thunderbolt, and I thought I was in cold heat, and I was singing on the way, and my fingers covered the sky, and I was left behind, and I was not cut off like this.” “The old wee wee wee wee dazzle the beard.”
I said, “Mr. Leng, what’s the point? I’m sorry.
“Because of you, he saved you three times, breaking the rules. He saved you three times, and you survived. His Lord Xin looked at him and called him. I’m sorry.
He’s shaking his head and holding his paws.
Wong saved me three times?
Wong saved me three times, but I have no idea.
I’ll have Master Leng tell me. I must know.
The cold master with his claws: “For the first time, it was years ago, and one night you came to blow up cow shit, right? I’m sorry.
I said yes, I blew up Wong’s face.
He said, “You are so happy, but you do not know that a rapist is hiding in the grass 10 metres away. He has fled to your village for two days. He already has three little girls killed. I’m sorry.
“Huh? “I’m surprised that long-standing memories are pouring into the brain.
I thought I was haunted the other night, and I went back and told my mom that my mom beat me and told me not to go anywhere and that the police were catching the bad guys.
Turns out the bad guys are hiding in the grass.
“Yow scolded me and scared me away? I see.
“Yes, Baekzawa doesn’t scare you away, you’re dragged into the grass by a rapist. The cold master lamented, “You survived, Baekzawa was struck by lightning and took years to recover.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been hearing a lot, and I’ve been hearing a little bit of silence. I’m sorry.
“For the second time, I think… you’ve grown a lot, you like to go to the river, but you’ll be entangled and drowned. I see it in the eyes of my fairies. You will surely die. I’m sorry.
“The little whitesawa will be able to form, and he’s gone to look for you, and he’s your big brother, who made you a few acres of corn. Look at him. He’s always riding him, never going to the river again. I’m sorry.
Come with me.
I woke up again, I see.
Yellow made corn for me on purpose!
I feel my tears coming out, sour, “What about the third time?” I’m sorry.
“Recently, after being condemned for the second time, Huang almost became retarded and recovered after more than a decade, with a chance to form. I’m sorry.
“But you’re going to have another problem. You’re going to be a bad man in the city, you’re going to fall down the stairs and you’re going to be a vegetable forever. I’m sorry.
He pointed to his eyes: “Don’t believe, I see too much in them.” I’m sorry.
I nodded because Zhou Ling did push me down the stairs.
“Bashizawa left the magic on you, or you’re a vegetable.” But then he crossed the border completely, and the magic of Wong Dynasty was used by mortals. “The cold man groaned and stood up and stung his back.”
I can’t hear you. Where’s Wong now?
“Who knows? The mountain is so high, the river is so wide and the earth is so wide, a weasel must be running around. I’m sorry.
Wong is being silly.
He saved me three times, one time by God, and the last time was the worst because he used magic on me.
No wonder I fell so badly that I didn’t even have a concussion.
I cried again, couldn’t say I was sad.
I killed Yellow.
I said why Wong?
And the Cold Lord coughed twice: “The saddest time of little white Zawa was when you took him and hid him and slept. He remembered your smell, saying that you smelled of sunshine and grass. Why can’t I smell it?” I’m sorry.
I’m stuck.
I remember the smell of sunshine and grass, which is yellow, which is mine.
“I’m looking for Wong!” I cried and said.
He saw me cry so patheticly, with my little paws on my finger, and he shook his head, and he said, “It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s just that there’s a theory in heaven.”
“My lord, tell me how I’ll sing you every day. I’m sorry.
“No, no, don’t punish me. I’m sorry.
He took two steps back, and the little paws pointed the way to the village: “It’s always been the same place, the same place, the same place, the same place. I’m sorry.
If I think about it, and look at him, he’s gone.
I looked in the eye and thought I had a delusion.
I’ve been through the wind, it’s cold, it’s hard for me to cry at home.
Wong, you’re so stupid.
I’m not back in town anymore.
Yellow left me a ten million bride price, so I did some work in the village, fixed the road and contracted some more land to grow fruit.
And I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars fixing that old stage and making it look good and bringing in a lot of kids.
The village likes me, though behind my back I’m out of my mind.
My mom says I’m out of my mind, but I’m not going back to town, and she’s happy to cook for me every day.
She doesn’t make me do it anymore. She says I’m rich now. I’m a rural entrepreneur.
She actually saw I was waiting for someone to wait for Wong.
Wong’s bride price has been paid, why don’t you leave your daughter-in-law? Thanks to him.
Days passed, and my fruit in the village grew unexpectedly well, sold at a good price and mobilized the entire village to grow it for money.
That’s nice.
We shall look at the ground in the morning, and we shall put a small stool on the grass, and we shall sit on it, and we shall tan, and smell the grass.
One year, three years and five years.
Our village has become a well-known fruit village with bright and wide roads.
In the New Year ‘ s season, the theatres were ferocious, the stage was full of spring wind, and the stage was full of happy villagers.
I sat down and gave you a red bag. I blew up the cow shit in the middle of the night.
Blows up cow shit, my voice itches, goes up to the stage and howls a song called “The Goddess Sniper.”
Had to say, nice.
After five years, it’s time for someone who doesn’t have a full voice.
It’s over. It’s quiet around.
I’m used to walking on moonlight to the village, where Wong once jumped out.
It’s the same here, the jungle, the weeds, it’s all here.
I grunted, walked back and forth and looked at the weed and turned around.
Turning and standing in the moonlight, a luminous weasel, with white hair on his head and bright silk.
I’m stuck.
The yellow mouse with his hands turned to me and asked, “Do I look like a man or a god? I’m sorry.
I started crying and my nose was sore.
And I said, “You are like God, like God.” I’m sorry.
I want him to be God.
I also know he’s Wong.
He’s been through three times and he’s made it through again.
After all, the cold master said he was being silly.
A fool, don’t be a man, when God goes, that’s the last dream of a weasel.
Yellow was glowing, and the bright light closed my eyes.
And We rejoiced in our hearts, and said, “O Yellow, go, you are my God.” I’m sorry.
God’s light is still shining, and I feel the heat in the air.
With a few eyes open, Yellow seems to have made a cold, gushing out of the sky.
I look up, tears flow.
Wong Don.
He’s gone.
But he turned back suddenly, and his face fell on me numb: “Don’t cry. As soon as you cry, I will not be able to leave.” I’m sorry.
“You’re not stupid.” I’m sorry.
“It’s a god, not a fool. “Yow is still a little numb.
I don’t know whether to be happy or sad, but I waited five years for this moment.
So I can only cry.
A yellow husk, carrying me on my shoulder: “Don’t cry, I’ll cry, I’ll cry. You’re responsible? I’m sorry.
I said yes, I’m in charge.
“Do you see the rice in front? If you’re in charge, go with me. I’m sorry.
“What’s with the rice? * I’m smitten with tears and a smudge on my shoulder *
“You! I’m sorry.
Quantified
Yellow is a pervert!
What girl likes to drill rice?
But the smell of yellow makes me so soft, the smell of sunshine and grass and the taste of hot man…
Mmm, good smell.
When the wind blows through the rice field, it blows, and my head is buzzing.
Everything is like a dream.
As I gradually recovered my senses, Wong was smiling at me.
He’s so handsome.
It’s a pervert!
Lucky there’s no one in the middle of the night. How else can I live?
It was only then that, not far away, there was a sound of footsteps, and some were scorned: “Do you have to come here?” I’m sorry.
The voice of the neighbor’s aunt!
I sat up and looked over, and I saw the other pole piled up, and the aunt and the mayor flirted.
I looked at Wong and smiled.
Good old lady, you drilled rice in the middle of the night!
When I saw her with the village chief, I ran in my clothes, and I said, “Who is this? I’m sorry.
The village chief turned around and ran.
She said, “Damn the hell” and went to the pole and drilled.
I rejoiced and continued my criticism: “Are you worthy of the party and the nation in this world? The people are watching.”
I can’t even tell you how to be an ostrich.
I’ve got a sign for Wong.
You can’t stay here.
Wong’s second week back, we’re married!
I’m actually a very resistant person, and I’ve always felt very troubled and married, and the focus of life is on the family and the children.
But marry Wong, not resist at all.
Because he’s really handsome and I love really.
Unsurprisingly, Wong’s handsome is in the ring.
On the day of the wedding, a guest shot the video we were standing on the stage and it went off online.
Yellow doesn’t even have a network account, but the fans are estimated to have broken millions.
My fun, my husband can eat on his face. He doesn’t have to dig a grave.
Wong and I went back to town because we had families and kids, and it was not easy to live in the village.
I’m back in the business, I design clothes, and Yellow is my “toolman” and has nothing to do with short videos.
In less than two months, he’s made several times more than I am.
Every day his fans ask me in my account: “Sister, is your husband married?”
Or what: I like the renovations and the atmosphere in your house and your husband. Can you move out and give me a place?
Oh, they’re really thinking too much.
Wong is not interested in the Internet. He doesn’t even want to look at it.
He’s making me a good meal every day, and he helps me with costume design, and he always thinks I’m stupid, not as well designed as he is.
I don’t care if he knows a hammer.
Six months later, he won the prize and surprised my chin.
On my first anniversary, I was pregnant.
Wong is so nervous, he’s got a tight face.
What are you nervous about? I’m not gonna make a hammer.
“I am God, you are man, and I fear that your son, who gives birth to God, will break the rules of heaven and be struck by thunder. I’m sorry.
“No, you’re not. You’re a Muggle. Heaven has a good life. I’m sorry.
I’m not afraid, but I’m still a little scared.
The whole pregnancy is always worried.
Wong took care of me and said he was ready.
Finally, the water broke.
And when We heard a thundering thunder from the sky in a clear manner, it horrified me.
He asked my mom to take me to the hospital and said he had to go out for a while.
My mom can’t help but yell at Wong. When is he going out?
I grabbed my mother and said stop yelling and let Wong go.
Wong went.
And I had a baby in the hospital, and it was long, and it was always thundering in my ears, and every time it sounded, it triggered my spasm.
I’m scared.
My mother asked me why I’m afraid of this. She won’t hear the thunder.
That’s God’s wrath.
Well, there’s not a thunder strike down.
I’m sure Huang is in the way.
I started crying, and it was the fourth time that Huang had been struck by lightning, and it should be worse this time, and I was afraid he would not be able to bear it.
When I had my son, I passed out.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep and I can smell sunshine and grass.
I opened my eyes and I saw Wong sitting in front of the bed, snarling and squirting.
I blinked and cried again.
“Don’t cry, I wasn’t cut into Muggles. I’ve probably had a lot of experience with lightning. I’m immune this time. “A yellow shrug, nothing at all.
I cried, I cried, I wanted to hug him.
My stinking yellow!
When the baby’s older, we’ll shoot the family.
The staff keep saying I look good, white and young, like a girl.
I think I look good, too. Maybe it’s because of Wong?
He’s a god.
We’ve got a family photo. Huang’s surrounded.
I pulled him away or I was jealous.
Half the way I went back and found my son. I almost forgot about him.
The son is used to it, only with his hands in his arms, looking far away.
He’s numb.
I don’t think I can blame Yellow.
He’s so handsome, he seduces me every day, and I’m in my head.
Besides, Wong forgot his baby.
He’s got his head full of me.
I took a baby and looked at Yellow.
A yellow smiled at me: “Go to the park.” I’m sorry.
“I’m not two or three years old anymore. “The son refused.
I looked at him at the age of four, and I could not take a shot at his head: “Where do you want to go?” I’m sorry.
“I want to go to the country, to tan, to hear the play. “The son is familiar with this because we often take him there.
I smiled at Huang and went straight home.
The sun is warming in the afternoon.
I went up on the stage, and I swiped my sleeve, and I sang a song called “The Fairy. “
Wong holds his son and sits under the stage as an audience.
The warm sun is making Wong look like a man in a play.
Nice.
It’s a pity my mom picked a pack of rice in front of Wong and his son.
The father and the son cried, and the corn broke.
Ha ha ha!
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
