Why does the boss always cry?
Why does the boss always cry?
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
I found out the boss’s secret, and he’s a mermaid with no memory.
During the day, he’s in the company cold-faced and picky programmes, and at night he’s a mermaid crying in my tub.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! I’m sorry.
I fell on his chest with a good plan: “Did you see how good you are when my plan didn’t pay for it? I’m sorry.
“Where did I get my money? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
Get rid of the fish. You’re a poor man with two faces in the day and night.
The company followed up on the three-month project and the owner gave everyone leave of absence.
I’m the only one who’s ever traveled to his home and wanted to rest in the mountains.
I didn’t expect something to happen the first night home.
In the pond behind my house, there was a cry at night.
It sounds like an online breast-milk crying, scrambling.
When I started crying, I was sad, and after all, no beautiful girl could resist the crying of a male high school student.
Then he cried too much and cried for several nights, which greatly affected my rest.
I couldn’t stand it. I pushed the window and yelled:
“Are you sick, crying at night, like mourning, and not letting anyone sleep?” I’m sorry.
I’m shocked when I’m done with the moonlight and a mermaid sitting next to the pond crying like I was abandoned by a heartless man.
When I yelled at him, he turned his body and looked at me, and his pretty chest shuddered.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! I’m sorry.
And the fish’s tails are set in water, wet, and covered with light in the springs and moons.
I slapped myself so hard I tried to wake myself up.
I told myself, it must be a dream. Where in the world is a fish?
Or do you look like a mermaid to my boss?
And We scolded ourselves in our hearts: “Was the promise gone mad? How can you dream of your boss? I’m sorry.
Or is this the kind of manfish dream that looks exciting?
I’m prepared to tell myself that it’s okay to open my eyes.
However, when the eyes were opened, the mermaid sat there and looked at me with his eyebrow and curiously looked at me as if something was rare.
“Why are you beating yourself? Are you sick?” I’m sorry.
Words of sincerity seem to be talking to me about something.
“You are sick, you cry and cry every night, you are sick!” I’m sorry.
After that, the mermaid that had stopped the tears started crying again:
“You have a house. I don’t have a house. I’m so miserable.
“Now we don’t let the fish cry, we don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.
It’s like crying like it’s raining.
I looked in the eye and said, “Let’s hear it again and believe me. I’m sorry.
He cried even harder: “Ah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand it. I took the stick behind the door and opened the door.
At the end of the pond, I had no soft hands, I was a stupor to his head.
The mermaid fainted.
I went back to sleep beautifully.
The next morning, before my biological clock arrived, there was a cry in the bathroom.
I used to think about what was bothering my dreams.
When I opened the door, I saw that mermaid was sitting in the tub on his tail yesterday, crying like I was dead.
I’m going to look at him, “You’re not finished, are you? I’m sorry.
When the mermaid was covered in tears, he looked at me, “You knocked a big bag, and you were responsible.” I’m sorry.
It’s impossible to be responsible. I’m not only not responsible, I drove him back to the pond.
Then I asked for a ticket to pack and leave.
One more second is disrespect for my vacation.
When I got on the plane, I realized that my neck necklace was in the bathroom and I forgot to bring it back.
But it wasn’t something of great value, and I was happy to forget about it, with a very good bonus for the last project.
When I got home, I put hot water in the bathroom and packed things in the bedroom.
The mermaid cried for so many days, and I was even more tired, and I came back for a bubble bath to comfort.
When I packed up and went to the bathroom in my nightgown, the tub was so full of bubbles.
Water rises and falls, earthquakes or species invasions.
And then the tub was full of bubbles, and I couldn’t tell exactly what the hell was under that bubble.
I’m not going to come out of the atmosphere.
The hand was also carrying a stick hidden in the bedroom.
Next second, something comes out of the bubble.
I got my eye on it.
“Blah, blah, blah, blah.
And with a familiar cry: “Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! I’m sorry.
The tailed mermaid was awakening in my tub, with a foam on his face and a big bag on his head.
Looks like I hit the same place again.
“Why did you hit me? I’m sorry.
I stood at the door with a stick: “Why are you following me back?” I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath and saw a bag of tears in his eyes: “Mom said that when a boy is blinded, he has to take responsibility for it. I’m sorry.
And his eyes were smitten with him: “And you hit me in a big bag, and you are responsible for me!” I’m sorry.
And I heard: “Whosoever looks at you, speaks with evidence, and do not slander the good.” I’m sorry.
The mermaid picks up his tail from the tub, throws it in the air and throws it in my face.
“You look at my tail! I’m sorry.
The blue tail was shaking in the air, with a little light on it.
Seeing me crawling all over the heat, I’ve always had a strange thought in my head: Feel it! He’s coming to the door.
But I am, after all, a man of conscience, in broad daylight, and I think it is a sin.
And in order to conceal what is not bright in my heart, I cried, “You blame me for looking at your tail without your clothes, and I think that you are corrupt.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t care. You’re the first person to see my tail and the first person to hit my head. You’re responsible to me. You have to answer to me. I’m sorry.
Once the mermaids don’t cry, their mouths turn off.
Not just talking, but moving.
He didn’t know where he came from, and he put a glowing slab in my hand:
“This is my letter to you. You have to put it away. I’m sorry.
The wet hands slipped through my hands, leaving a trail of wet marks and a hard, bright slab.
He was blushing, naked on the upper half of his body, and when he put it in my hand, he turned and ran.
I watched him go back into the water, and as his head was about to disappear, I threw the platinum back in one eye, just as it was stuck in his hair, just like wearing a single hair card.
But he didn’t seem to notice, but he disappeared in the water.
I’ve been in the empty tub for a moment, and I’ve been feeling it, and he looks different from yesterday.
This looks like my boss today.
Especially the tear mole at the end of my eye, just like my boss. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.
When you cry, it’s sexy.
Speaking of which, the next morning the boss had an online meeting with all of us.
The previous project was successful and the company continued to take over several large lists, with the scheduled leave ending early.
I was wearing pajamas and shirts and watching the owner of the videoconference with a grudge.
Even at a temporary meeting, the owner was in a suit and was in a bad mood.
The gold glasses frame was on his nostrils, with a small amount of abstinence and coldness.
When he got up to pick up something, I found out that he was still wearing a full set of clothes and that he was still on high ground.
I looked down at my strawberries and knocked on the keyboard a few times.
We’ll make him a man of ours. I’ll wear a pXX and a few dozen dollars of pyjamas, and he’ll be in such a high position that I can’t even touch.
I threw my slippers off my feet, and it was small, with my own people holding their legs in my chair.
I don’t know if it’s too much to worry about. He suddenly looked at the camera, and I couldn’t wait, and his eyes were briefly connected in the videoconference.
Even when he fell over the web, with his eyes open, I felt the familiar coldness, as if the cold ice-cream rain was on my face, and he said, “You don’t have a bonus, you don’t have a bonus. I’m sorry.
The ice cream rain himself asked me, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“No problem, no problem. “I tried to clear my voice in the face of the embarrassment of being caught, pretending that I was working hard and that I had a hard-working face.
And then, in the invisible corner of the boss, I put my leg down, and by the way, I scrawled my shirt, trying to act like a metropolis.
Although, the canoe doesn’t matter.
Through the screen, the canoe, like every poor capitalist, gives us a calm and calm order and then gives us a bonus to paint the cake.
I scolded him, knocked on a computer, knocked, and I seemed to find something.
I saw a very familiar necklace in the neck of the boss.
The one I left at home was the same one, and smug in the absence of a tight front for the boss, which did not seem to be a good match, but also a little criminal.
Not only that, the boss had a big bag on his forehead and was in the same position as the big one on the tail of the mermaid, with the blue in it, which added a bit of weakness to the original boss of Rinose.
And most of all, the boss’s hair is covered in a glowing platinum, flashing under the incandescent light on top of his head as he moves.
It’s a life-threatening attraction.
My co-worker’s crazy age sent me a message:
“Anyone reminds the boss of something in his hair! I’m sorry.
“What’s that weird thing? I’m sorry.
“It’s true, I’ve seen it. I’m sorry.
I put all the details together and found something.
I’m telling you, that weird thing should be fish.
The warrior himself can tell you that the fish scavenger was supposed to be taken from himself.
He gave it to me. I didn’t want it.
“Don’t think about it. The boss’s stuff must be high. I’m sorry.
You’re gonna trade them for them, and you’re gonna make sure he’s gonna cry but he’s not gonna hit you.
A difficult move.
Back at the end of my life, I went against the look of the boss in the videoconference.
He wasn’t looking at me, he just took a look at the camera and knocked on something.
And when the eyelids fell down, they were more like the one who cried.
It’s like a whole bunch of scrumptious people who can’t take care of themselves.
Like, but not like enough.
At night, the mermaid came back.
There’s been some change in his face. It looks more like my boss.
To test my mind, I put him in front of my desk.
I opened the business e-mail on the computer, knocked down the boss’s account, emptyed the password.
Then he was pushed before him: “Get in the log.” I’m sorry.
The mermaid blinked in his eyes, and his voice was blind: “What’s the login? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
I suspect he’s playing me, but there’s no proof.
Just say, “You see this thing, it’s called the keyboard, and it’s all banging. You want to knock which one? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and he was so confused: “Did you stop knocking me twice because you were addicted to it?” I’m sorry.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
No, I’m looking at you like you’re a little fool. You’ve only been knocked twice.
But after all, I needed him to verify my guess, and I said very nicely, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’ll tell you why. I’m sorry.
Mermaid with a stupid look on his face. Try it to the west. It’s not too bad for me.
I looked at the boss’s e-mail page and thought, “Now I’m sending an e-mail to people and I’m getting a raise.” I’m sorry.
“What’s a wage increase? I’m sorry.
I hang out with a standard smile: “It doesn’t matter, you don’t need to know, now I say you knock.” I’m sorry.
In order not to expose myself, I turned our team’s pay.
At my fingertips, the mermaid had a clumsy e-mail, and my heart was hanging up high at the moment of the click.
I’m the one who coached it, but what if it’s a dream?
I waited for a moment until my cell phone sounded.
That night, all of our teams received an e-mail from personnel, the content of which was sent by Emerald, double the salary.
I was so excited to get a message:
“Fuck you, boss! I’m sorry.
“He finally remembers me for 18 years on the edge of the lake!” I’m sorry.
“Why does he suddenly have a conscience? I’m sorry.
He doesn’t have a conscience. He’s just being oppressed by me.
I’m more excited to sit in front of me, to cry and not cry than to find my salary double.
Because, I think I’ve taken the boss’s secret.
Wait till I’m a cow.
“The Canoes.” I’m sorry.
I whispered at him.
The mermaid stunned, and a few tears fell.
He cried again.
And when he cried, he said to me, “You’re a bitch. I’m sorry.
“Who are the scum?” I’m sorry.
And the mermaid drew gushing, “O you!” Let me do so many things for you and now call another man’s name! I’m sorry.
“You’re not on a boat? I’m sorry.
How is that possible?
The same bag on the head, the same fish cap in the hair, the same necklace that I lost, and the mailbox that he somehow entered.
He’s not a turbo. I’m on my knees.
And the mermaid reached out and pointed at me, shaking: “You, you, you! You can’t even remember my name! I’m sorry.
He took a breath and said, “It’s called the Ark.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Yue.
I smiled at him and said, “What canoe?” I’m sorry.
“A water can carry a canoe.” I’m sorry.
That’s the fucking canoe.
I strangled under the ears of the mermaid, so I couldn’t let go until a red mark came out.
I was so gentle about the red eyes on the boat, “Well, it’s not a good thing to let you in tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
The boat ran off on its tail and, while he was gone, he threw his tail over and broke my tub.
I don’t care. I took a picture of my cell phone and I’m going to work tomorrow to get a claim for the Canoe.
The next day, I went to the company early to get proof from my boss.
When the canoe arrived, we had a meeting with our team first.
In the conference room, I’ve been staring at the back of the boss’s ear, and I’ve seen a little red in the moment of his head.
I’m relieved.
Next second, the canoe calls me:
“Do you have a problem with this project? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
No, I didn’t listen.
I’m good at kissing my ass: “No, I think your arrangements are very reasonable, and I’ll do my best to do what you say.” I’m sorry.
“The boss hasn’t been assigned a job yet.” I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth.
Stinky, lower my IQ.
At the end of the meeting, I knocked on the boss’s door under the pretext of reporting.
Without him, I would like to further confirm whether the Qin canoe was the same manfish that came to my house.
And, if so, he’ll pay for my tub.
In the office, the canoe was looking through documents, and I waited long enough to wait for an opportunity to look closely behind his ear.
I regretted it for a while, and I knew yesterday it was just twisted in his collarbone.
Without waiting for me to come up with a good idea, the canoe ended his job and looked up to me.
There’s no extra look on his face.
“You said you wanted to see me?”
I nodded and handed over the long-prepared formula and reported it in an exemplary manner.
In the meantime, I’ve been staring at the face of the canoe, trying to find something to break.
However, he did not. He was surrounded by a breath that was not close to anyone, and he looked at my programme.
There’s hardly any information to find, except for that necklace that originally belonged to me.
I’m not discouraged. Keep reporting.
In the course of the debriefing, a knock-on came in and said that the partners had come and were waiting downstairs for a meeting with the Canoe.
I had to be temporarily interrupted by the Zhang canoe: “This is the first thing I’ll see when I get back. I’m sorry.
After that, he went out.
I staggered a little behind him and finally saw the red mark behind his ear.
The size of the position is exactly the same as I did yesterday.
I’m sure the cold-faced canoe is a mermaid!
It would be easier to identify.
When the meeting was over, he did see my programme, and he called me into the office and followed my programme to point out some unreasonable points.
And I didn’t listen at all.
He’s got a blue fish tail all over his head in my house crying.
I felt my way around, and the canoe shouted at me, “A promise? I’m sorry.
I was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I’ll give you a half-day break and you’ll go back to your place. I’m sorry.
Well, that’s what I’m gonna do.
I was welcome at the time.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, pulled that photo out of yesterday and showed him the scene of the tub after his destruction.
And then he kept his eyes on him, and he didn’t miss a tiny drop of his horse.
Unsurprisingly, there was no crack in the face of the Canoe, and he was still as cold as a woman.
After a few seconds, I looked up, and the eyes were as cold as a monk in a temple.
“Is there a problem?”
You got it? You broke my tub.
I had to break this window piece of paper because I didn’t admit it. I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “I saw it. I’m sorry.
Nothing?
I looked at him with my eyes full of doubt, but my eyes were too clear, and the canoe asked me, “Is it too little for you to buy a new tub?” I’m sorry.
What’s going on? Why can’t I sign up?
“Did you forget what happened last night? I’m sorry.
It’s not cold anymore.
Last night. I’m sorry.
He paused, like a memory, or something, like, “Are we together?” I’m sorry.
Didn’t you?
Look at that picture of your face!
I’ll show him my phone, and when I get it, there’s no mermaid in the picture, except for my broken tub.
I was shocked, raised up and looked in the eyes of the canoe.
And he was so unsavory that he was swaying me as if I was making a fool of myself.
I’m still struggling: “Do you really not remember? You broke this tub. I’m sorry.
In that moment, I felt like I had different eyes.
In his eyes, I was no different from the women who tried so hard to climb into his bed.
“Wonderful, during work, I think you should focus on your own work, not on words that are confusing. I’m sorry.
He said, “This time I will not hear you, and I will not leave you again.” I’m sorry.
He doesn’t look like a fake. He really doesn’t remember what happened yesterday.
I came out of the Canoe office and I went over it again, and I searched it online.
Finally, it was only after a telephone call had been made to my home that I realized that they were indeed one man, but the turrets of day and night were not shared.
It’s even more exciting. I’m about to turn my head.
I’ve developed a detailed plan for the battle to be taken over.
Put it in my diary.
At night, the canoe came over the fish tail again.
He leaned by the tub and pointed his finger at the cracks in the tub: “What happened to your tub? I’m sorry.
How did my tub crack?
I looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
“You’re poor. Why don’t you fix it?” I’m sorry.
Yeah, I’m poor because some dog man, I’m poor, I’m broke, I’m broke, I’m thrown in a tub.
And now I have to be seen in front of me in an innocent way.
I held his face and tried to get CPU, and he said, “You have the money, you buy me, you better buy me a big villa with a garden and a pool on your head. I’m sorry.
And he covered his eyelashes with tears, and looked at me, “I am also poor.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Mad, the most annoying fish.
So We grieved: “What then? I cannot afford a new tub, and you will not be able to take a bath in it.”
“If you miss water, you have to go to someone else’s tub. I’m sorry.
I vividly described to the ship a miserable life without a tub, and if he went to someone else’s house, he was made to burn a mermaid.
The boat was so nervous: “What should we do? I’m sorry.
He meant the big crack: “That’s so big, people lie in it, and it’ll leak out.” I’m sorry.
You’re a little dog. A little stitch can get you out.
I dug my own ears, and I couldn’t believe it: “What did you just call me? I’m sorry.
“The bad woman?” I’m sorry.
“What do you call me?” I’m sorry.
The boat was covered in its head, and its face was like, “Scumbag.” I’m sorry.
Another stick.
“What do you call me?”
The whole fish of the ship strangled into the corner of the wall, weeping at the end of its eyes, holding his head in his arms: “You did not tell me your name, a bad woman.” I’m sorry.
I stood above him with a stick: “How dare you call me that!” I’m sorry.
“I was wrong. What’s your name? I’m sorry.
The stick was on the ground, I was on the stick, thinking for a moment:
“I’m called sister. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
That’s it. I managed to trick the boss’s sister.
One sound is better than the other.
And in the sight of the ship seeking forgiveness, the shadow of the misunderstanding of the ship was washed away in the day.
I let go with satisfaction, threw the stick and turned around.
The canoe was on its tail, coming out of the bathroom and lying on the couch with me.
“What now, sister? I’m sorry.
I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the group and showed him, “Do you see this file? You make this for me, we’ll have money to change the tub. I’m sorry.
I’ve been working on my cell phone for half a day, and I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been groaning about it from time to time.
I looked up to him, and he looked up to me.
Half an hour after seeing Jomo, the ship returned its phone to me, in the eyes of my trust and encouragement, and said, “I won’t.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I bit my teeth. I don’t think you’re serious.
I’ve been quiet for a moment and I’ve adjusted my mind.
Who am I? I’ve walked through the working world with the will of an invincible man.
I’m back on the face of the boat: “Well, you will, you will, you will especially, there’s nothing in the world you won’t do. I’m sorry.
The boat opened its mouth and wanted to say something.
“Shh, don’t talk. Just listen to me. I’m sorry.
“Who are you? You’re the only man in the world who’s got the best abdomen in the world. I’m sorry.
The canoe stretches out, takes my hand off his mouth, holds it in his hand and looks a little depressed.
“No sister, I’m not unique, we’re all mermaids, I’m not the best-looking, but the dumbest. I’m sorry.
I can see how I can get lost in my house and have my head knocked off.
“How can you say that about yourself? I won’t let you say that about yourself. I’m sorry.
And I squeezed out the tears of two crocodiles: “You’re a mermaid that I’m exaggerating, and you’re unique, and I trust you, you can do it all right, not only for good, but for the best.” I’m sorry.
In the eyes of the ship, he was blinded, he hesitated, he thought, and in the end, he nodded his head: “Well! You’re right, I can do it! I’m sorry.
I put the computer on the boat: “Come on, do it. I’m sorry.
Although the canoes and canoes share a set of brains, their memories are separate, so there is a slight difference in professional competence.
I had to sit next to him and give him a little explanation.
Some of the expertise is so deep that even though I have been able to explain it in the lightest and most comprehensible way, the canoe still hears eyebrow fighting.
On countless occasions, he couldn’t hear and wrinkled: “Sister, it’s too hard to write. I’m sorry.
I covered his mouth: “Shh, don’t say that, it’s a piece of cake for you. I’m sorry.
He still hesitates.
I increased the dosage: “A man can’t easily say no. I’m sorry.
I held on to my little fist, and I made it up hard: “You can do it! I’m sorry.
“Well, I can! I’m sorry.
With my encouragement, the canoe completed its first edition, and he gave it to me proudly: “Look, sister, I’m finished!” I’m sorry.
And I said to him, “You’re a great ship. You can do anything. Not like me, stupid, fucked up everything. I’m sorry.
I mean the direction of the bathroom: “We’re going to need you in our tub. Make more money. We’ll get a better tub!” I’m sorry.
Not just the tub, you work for me, I’ll be able to get a bigger house and a better car.
After listening to me, the boat held its fist tight, and it was so strong that it breathed into itself that it changed several editions.
When the morning sun came through the window, I found myself sleeping all night on the couch.
Lie next to the canoe, with his head still in his abdomen.
I didn’t sleep well, but I was too hard on the boat.
And the canoe held me in one hand, caressed my head, sliding on the couch and lying with me all night.
Most of his body was hanging in the air, and he looked like he was falling apart.
And he didn’t sleep well, his eyebrow wrinkled, and his face was clearly tired.
I blame it on my couch.
Well, it’s time for the boat to work again. I’ve got to change the big sofa.
I finally get to experience the joy of capitalists.
I touched the eye of the canoe with a heart attack, and passed by an inch.
As soon as he took his hand back, his eyelashes shook.
The boat’s awake.
He held my hand unconsciously and reacted to it for a moment while the status quo was not clear.
And as he breathed, his beautiful chest rose and fell upon the ground, and so did I, with him, slightly.
The first time I woke up, I saw a man with a good body.
In a bit of a strange environment, I swallowed my saliva and climbed on my face with a swirl.
When he was about to say something, the boat opened and his voice was filled with a waking mute and a little doubt.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
He whispered at me.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed to respond.
“You’re spitting on me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
He means his abdominal muscles, with a long mark on them, which is like a corrugated lake.
My face went from red to red.
He was shivered from the side, rubbing his tissue, rubbing it in half and holding his hand.
“Sister, no. I’m sorry.
His voice trembled more than my hand.
Early in the morning, I’ve done nothing wrong.
I sat in the conference room with the plan I wrote with the canoe, and watched the canoe men meet on it.
Let’s say that a man is saddled by a horse, and that he wears a turquoise, and wears a watch that is noble enough to buy some of my houses, and looks like a business elite.
There’s no point in calling me sister.
I was sorry to shake my head.
Hey, sticky mermaids are cuter.
I felt sorry for him for a while. It was so cold that he was too old for this.
And then I got caught by the old scoundrel himself, and he asked me in cold blood:
“Do you have a problem? I’m sorry.
I look at the turret.
He’s probably concerned about what I said in my office yesterday, a face that looks like a happy marriage.
It’s like I don’t give him a satisfactory answer, and he’s gonna stare at me.
I shook my head: “No. I’m sorry.
“You’ll write your plan and leave it to me in two days. I’m sorry.
The cold-blooded capitalists are pushing me again.
I handed over the plan as it was written on the table:
“Boss, I’m done. I’m sorry.
Take a look at me, pick it up, turn it around.
“You’re crazy!” You’re gonna give him a chance to squeeze you!
“If he asks you to pay in two days, can’t you pay in two days? I’m sorry.
I replied with care: “It’s all right, I’ve got something to say. I’m sorry.
If you play his capitalist heart and continue to squeeze me, I’ll show him what real exploitation is.
Think about it, I’ve changed the background of the chat with Zhang Can.
In other words, “the good and the bad are rewarded, and the good and the bad.” I’m sorry.
I have warned you with euphemism that you’ll do what you want.
When I was young, I began to wonder: “You didn’t sleep well yesterday, you were tired. I’m sorry.
She was worried: “It’s not like she spent all night writing about the plan. I’m sorry.
I had a yawn in my mouth, and I looked through the front jar:
“The boss didn’t sleep either. I’m sorry.
Look at his black eyelids falling off.
It’s petrochemical.
She looked with incredible eyes, and her little hands were groaning under the table for a while.
And finally, the sound was down and I was like, “You’re with me? I’m sorry.
I woke up.
You’re lying.
“No no no no. I’m sorry.
Can’t be together.
And I have a vague past.
And the Zhang canoe saw my plan, and he looked at it with admiration: “Good writing. I’m sorry.
I have a single-handed face: “Does the boss have any suggestions, do you need any change?” I’m sorry.
“No, I think it’s a great idea. I’m sorry.
I smiled, of course. I personally supervised your writing.
“But. I’m sorry.
“Don’t be proud, keep going. I’m sorry.
The little face breaks, go to your mua.
I’ll make you cry at night.
I left work with my bag and my head was gone.
I didn’t rush home, but I went to the market and bought a lot of food, so I went to the house.
When I got home, the boat wasn’t here yet.
I followed the scene with the tablet, and after the hostess cried and laughed for 800 rounds, the boat didn’t come.
I’m starting to wonder if the fish isn’t coming, it’s all so late.
I hesitated to take a bath.
If he doesn’t come after the bath, I’ll order for myself and go to bed happy.
The boat made my tub look like shit, and the crack looked at me.
I had to put my clothes at the door and stand and wash them.
I really suspect I smelled fish too.
My nose can’t smell, my heart can smell.
He’s been at my house all day and I’m embarrassed to take a shower at home and go to the gym downstairs every time.
I forgot to go to the gym.
I’m so happy to be bathed in and out of a bubble.
Singing with joy, touching the hair that was being wrapped in the hair.
When I was covered in bubbles, I turned around and saw a black head in the tub.
I can’t wait to break my guard.
I can’t believe I forgot that this son of a bitch didn’t walk through the front door.
He came out of the tub with difficulty, didn’t know what he saw and thought he saw everything.
His cheeks were crawling, and he blinked with his beautiful eyes, and a moment of shock:
“Ah, aah, aah, aah. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
What are you doing?
It’s me!
I screamed immediately and quickly, and the sound was louder than the canoe:
“A pervert!”
In a panic, I lifted up a stick in the bathroom and hit it on the head of the boat.
I swear, I just wanted to knock him out.
Naho had too much bubble in his hand, and I couldn’t catch a stick at a time, and it was much smaller than that.
It’s like, it tickles.
It’s too late.
And his face became redder, and he even swallowed his mouth hard, and asked me without crying, “What are you doing, sister?” I’m sorry.
I really want to cry.
Why didn’t he close his eyes?
I said, “Close your eyes.” I’m sorry.
The boat was closed in good faith, and the eyelids shivered.
He whispered to me, “Is sister ready?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I’m full of bubbles.
I took a few deep breaths and said something that I regretted for the rest of my life:
“You go out of the bathroom with your eyes closed. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The awkward silence spread between us.
After a half-century of silence, the boat asked me, “Was it closed, sister?” I’m sorry.
Or what? You wanna keep your eyes open?
Impossible.
“Yeah. I’m very determined.
So he grabbed the edge of the tub and stood up.
Squeeze the big fish’s tail, come out of the tub, walk in a small bath.
I’m really poor and renting a house isn’t big enough.
It’s a small bathroom with a tub, and it’s even smaller.
And now there’s another one of me and a big tailfish that really can’t breathe.
I feel like I’m suffocating here.
And the tail of the canoe is so big that when it’s too big to walk on the ground, it inevitably touches my foot.
So, smooth ground, bubbles, steam.
These three things happen together, and the boat inevitably slips.
And when he fell, his tail hit my ankle, and I fell.
I fell on something.
Well, it’s soft compared to the floor.
Compared to my meat, it’s hard.
I reached out and touched, one, two, three, four…
It’s the abs of the abs.
I’m all in the canoe, my skin’s touching, I’m gliding, I’m blushing, like a balloon.
And under me the canoe struggled twice in vain with one hand in the air, without knowing where to go.
And then I’m on my side, and I’m not touching, but I’m surrounded, so I don’t fall twice.
We’ve been acting weirdly for a long time.
It’s only when the ship trembles:
“Sister, I hurt.”
I looked at him, and his eyes were shaking, as if he had suffered something huge.
I’m not gonna break his tail.
After packing up, I sat on the sofa with the canoes like a wrong little student.
Unsurprisingly embarrassing.
He looked down and I looked.
The image of the square cannot be kept in mind, as if it were a witch’s spell, a curse on his leg, and a curse on my heart.
Just now, the neighbors upstairs have a euphemism:
“I don’t know which neighbor has been more enthusiastic lately, and the sound has reached our house.
I’m so embarrassed to open the fucking door.
When my toes came out of a Dream Barbie castle, I turned my head and looked at him and looked at my eyes.
It’s more embarrassing.
I immediately withdrew my sights.
“Cough.” I coughed, “Well, are you…”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
He looked up to me, and his eyes were bright.
I looked in my eyes, and I was ashamed:
Shouldn’t you be dressed? I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he had a fish tail, but now.
It’s embarrassing, so embarrassing I want to dig my own eyes out.
The boat rubbed its hair with a fragrance: “Sister, I have no clothes. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I ran crawling to the bedroom and pulled a dress out of the closet.
When he was in front of the canoe, his beautiful eyebrow was twisted and he seemed to resist.
I can’t help it.
This is the longest dress in my closet.
And I whispered: “Hold on, I have no other clothes. I’m sorry.
And I swear, “Tomorrow, I will sell you all the pearls you cry out, and I will buy you clothes.” I’m sorry.
Finally, the canoe put on my dress and sat on the couch all night.
And I, holding a blanket in my bed, staring at the ceiling all night.
We’re all one fish and we haven’t even eaten.
When we left the next morning, it was a lot worse than yesterday.
I’m not good at it, I’m not good at it.
Even when the screens were launched, the kernel accidentally opened its own web search page.
In the search history, he’s got his pride.
“What if you dream about becoming a mermaid? I’m sorry.
“What if I dreamt I’d become a mermaid and went to the house of a woman?” I’m sorry.
“What if I dreamt I’d see a woman in the shower?”
♪ I can’t ♪
I don’t know.
What’s he dreaming about? It’s so exciting.
“Fuck you, boss! I’m sorry.
“What woman’s subordinate? This is harassment! I’m sorry.
“My righteous fist is hard!” I’m gonna punch. I’m sorry.
A lot. I didn’t look.
Because I’ve been shocked.
I turned to the canoe.
Surprisingly, the son of a bitch is looking at me with an undetectable amount of tension and flight.
He doesn’t look at me in this house.
I can already be sure that the unfortunate female subordinate in his dream is me.
More specifically, not a dream.
He must have confused the memory of the canoe with that of the canoe to create a dream.
In other words, it is likely that he will soon notice that he will turn into a boat at night and that he will be bullied at my house.
If you don’t hurry up, I’ll be found.
After work, I went to the mall and picked up clothes for the boat.
In fact, according to the size and face of the canoe, he’s a good-looking sack.
But with a big tail on the boat, even the sacks don’t have his size.
I went around the men’s shop and ended up at the bedding store and bought a huge bed sheet.
When I got back, the boat was sitting in the living room.
I opened the door, I looked at each other, and I looked nervous.
I put my bag down quietly, changed my shoes and went inside.
Stand up, follow me, follow me.
He took the bag from me and asked me with curiosity and restraint: “Is this the dress you bought me?” I’m sorry.
Looking at the bag of the drums, the boat lamented: “It’s a big one. I’m sorry.
I took a step back and noded the place.
One more step back and the test says, “Will you open it? I’m sorry.
He opened it with shame and joy and pulled it out of his bag with great expectation.
Then, his hand shivered twice, and with his height he broke open.
And the next second, his ecstatic face was frozen on his face.
“Sister, you bought this?” I’m sorry.
We see it as death: “The sheets.” I’m sorry.
His lips, together in silence, were slashed several times over his body, and finally he looked at me with a bit of anguish:
“Sister, I won’t wear it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I will.
When I was a kid, I used to pretend to be a princess.
And We carried the sheets, and We dunked the ark, and put it on him, as I had worn when I was a child, and tied it around my neck.
He stands straight, looks like the Man in a sheet.
Well, no, it’s not cool. It’s empty.
No cover.
And We opened it, surrounded by his armpits and surrounded it.
Take a few eyes, like a mummies.
It took a long time to figure out that my skirt was better.
And the ship returned to my long skirt, and I threw the sheet into the washing machine for a day to come.
When you’re dressed, you can’t get three roses.
He delivered it to me with a little shame, and his voice was stained with a silk, “Sister, for you.” I’m sorry.
I look at the glamorous roses and for the first time in my life I feel a dilemma.
Not necessarily.
Sorry.
It’s just a misunderstanding.
I fell down, stuck in a vase, and commanded the shy boat to cook.
After all, it seems like my boss is waking up, and if I don’t squeeze it, there may be no chance.
The boat was wearing my tan dress, swaying into the kitchen with its tail on it, facing the vegetables on the ground, and it was helpless.
He looked back at me and said, “Sister, I won’t. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I walked up to him, I took the knife, I started teaching him how to peel, how to cut.
I don’t know if the boat was stupided yesterday, but he’s been staring at me today.
I’m a little nervous because my eyes are too hot.
The one who’s not watching, cut his hands off.
I put my hands up and started looking for medicine.
Before the medicine was found, a big shadow came over.
I’m unconscious, and the canoe is holding my hand.
The warm and wet touch came from the tip of the finger and climbed into my heart.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
“Lick your wound.” I’m sorry.
In his speech, he really licked his face.
I’m so numb, I pump it back.
It’s too hard. It’s a “scramble.”
I pretended that nothing happened: “You don’t have to lick it.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! Lick!” I’m sorry.
Go on, go on.
I handed my finger back.
The canoe covered my fingers and looked at me with wet eyes.
And suddenly he said, “O sister, you are so red! I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
Your chest is red, too!
That night, with my credit, the boat had studied the video of one station for a long time, and he had made himself a kitchen god.
I’m going to eat and I’m going to compliment him: “You’re really great in the canoe, and how can you make such a good mermaid?” I’m sorry.
I’ve got a potato and I’m eating it.
“Look how smart you are. You’re a big god at all. I’m sorry.
It’s a shame you can’t make me fish.
The boat holds a pot shovel in its hand: “Hmm! I’m the best! I’ll cook for my sister every day! I’m sorry.
That’s the way the boss opens it.
Looking at the devout look of the ship, I sincerely lamented that he was too easy to be CPU.
When I went to work, my attitude towards the canoe changed a lot.
Who can refuse the boss to be a cow in his own house?
I started a straight-up life.
During the day, the turret sits on top with a sad face and cold-blooded work.
I looked at him with a smile, and recorded it in my little book.
At night, pull the canoe’s ear off the CPU for him.
“Good boy, you have to do your job. You’re so smart. We’ll make a lot of money. I’ll get you another tub right away. I’m sorry.
The ship is actually a little tired, after all, he’s in the company during the day and he’s working at my place at night.
But who am I? I’m a surfer, and I believe in online talk.
I’ll calm him every time there’s a sign of hesitation on his face:
“It’s my fault, it’s my stupidity. I can’t do this well. I’m going to get you into trouble. I’m sorry.
I’m crying in my face, and I’m crying and I’m sneaking through my fingers.
“Sister, it’s my fault that if I didn’t break the tub, you wouldn’t have to work so hard.” I’m sorry.
I got a little bit of a head. Yeah, it’s your fault.
And I blinked, “Now it’s just the two of us, canoe, and you won’t leave me alone.” I’m sorry.
“No, I will try to raise my sister!” Try to make money for your sister, buy a big tub and change houses! I’m sorry.
“Yes!”
And I raised my little fist, and I said, “Canoe, remember, only sister is really good to you. Those are the bad guys out there, and they’re gonna drag you away as a red-hot male. I’m sorry.
The boat is full of justice.
However, as a direct consequence of the squeezing of the canoe, when I met, I always remembered the way he worked in my house on his tail.
I couldn’t bear to laugh.
Full of silence.
Everyone’s looking at me.
I’m restless and volatile.
Didn’t I just laugh?
Aren’t you going to run away while everyone’s meeting?
I look up in anger and look at my boss.
I’m afraid of nothing. He yells at me and I’ll call him a sister at night.
And the pavilion was only looking at me and whispering, “Worship, come to my office later.” I’m sorry.
Not even a little bit unhappy.
When I was old, I was told, “Did you sneak up on my boss and pour ecstasy?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, am I?
Look up and look at me.
It’s not funny, it’s just that the eyes are a little deep.
“Yeah, you don’t know how daring you were! I’m sorry.
We said, ‘What is the matter with you that you look at me when I laugh? I’m sorry.
Didn’t you back me up?
Age: ‘Cause when you laugh, the boss happens to say that the purpose project was taken away by the rival company. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“We really didn’t react. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“I must say, you’re a real warrior. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Let me think about which foot is better to go to tomorrow.
I went down to the canoe office and sat down as dead.
Then me and Tight Cane looked down.
He’s really stable, and I’ve been looking at him for so long, and he doesn’t have a heart.
In the end, I lost first.
“Hey, boss, what do you want from me?” I’m sorry.
Why are you staring at me for so long?
“Why did you keep looking at me when you recently met?” I’m sorry.
I’ve got an alarm in my head.
Oh, shit. I’ve been acting too cocky lately.
Last time, also in this office, I was warned not to think about things that have nothing to do with my work and to do my job.
This time I got caught. I’m not doing anything wrong.
I asked, “Did you? I’m sorry.
“Yes, and…”
And what?
And I looked at him with my eyes, and suddenly he shut his mouth, and he was ashamed.
And I don’t care if I’m waiting for his next line.
After waiting for half a day without the following, I went on to ask, “What?” I’m sorry.
And the turret looked at me with hesitation, and swallowed up and threw up, and:
Say it! Say it!
I watched him anxiously.
I’ve been crouching around.
And I couldn’t stand it, so I stood up and said, “Boss, say what you want, I can handle it.”
“If you want to get rid of me, just say it, but there must be compensation, and I have done nothing but look at you, after all, the labor law does not stipulate that employees cannot look at their boss at meetings. I’m sorry.
I closed my eyes and prepared for the next storm.
After all, I like this job, though it’s not very nice, and my colleagues here are friends, and I’m not ready to let me go.
“Oh, my God, there’s something in the canoe, and there’s something in it.” “Whoever lets you go, I just want to ask you what’s been going on lately, like dreaming about me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Inside the office, it’s good to hear.
I think I should be dumb or deaf.
So we don’t have to face it.
I stammered for half a day and didn’t say a word.
“Did you know that? I’m sorry.
I was scared, “Ah?”
“Did you dream of me?”
Yes, or no?
In truth, I have dreamt that the canoe is dressed like a dog, with a little red in its eyes, and I cannot bear to call my sister.
But that cannot be said to be true and can easily be dismissed.
I’m hard-headed. I’m sorry.
“What’s the dream? I’m sorry.
And We said, “My dream is more restrained.” I’m sorry.
Unlike you, I dreamt I’d go to a woman’s house and I’m going to search for her.
“I also dream of you.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Are you saying this to me at night when you’re dreaming?
I was a little confused and asked, “What do you dream about me, boss?” I’m sorry.
The ears of the canoe are red. It’s like a face change.
His mouth is as if his mouth had failed in an instant, and he’s as nervous as he is afraid of being in a hole.
I watched the look on his face turn back and forth, and I was embarrassed.
I’m a little chilly.
I mean, he’s not doing it in his dreams. I’ve been living with the canoe for a few days, and I’ve made him work for me, except to cook for me.
He didn’t even do anything about it. What’s he doing?
I asked, “Do you dream of me, boss…”
I reached out and crossed.
And it was as though he had been stomped on the tail: “I did not, I did not, and do not lie.” I’m sorry.
Something’s getting out of control. I ran before I got out of control.
I couldn’t even tell who I was more upset with.
I went home in peace, and when I got home, the boat was waiting for me on the couch.
He’s got a big fish tank with a little fish in it.
I looked around, and I asked, “How did you get the fish? Would you like to eat the roasted fish today? I’m sorry.
The tail of the canoe moved, as if there was some dissatisfaction.
He said: “Son, this is my nephew. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I’m sorry.
I took his nephew from him, looked at the little fish in the water and asked him, “How did you get your nephew?” I’m sorry.
She said, “I’ve grown up and I have to learn to take care of my children, and I can’t leave my wife alone. I’m sorry.
Kids?
With who?
Me?
How can this day be so magical?
I stuffed the fish tank back in his hand and his head ran off.
In the room, I carefully combed my recent situation with the canoe.
I squeezed him in the capitalist’s way. Why is the kid on the emotional route?
Even with my boss, I’ve been thinking about it.
I have no potential to be a capitalist.
I shook my head and sat my legs on the bed, and began to meditate my heart.
“Thinking about it, the canoe knocks on my door outside:
“Sister, I’ve finished my meal. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to go out and face him, and say, “Oh, well, I’m a little busy. Eat and go back to bed. I’m sorry.
It was quiet outside the door for a while.
I’m relieved, and I’m ready to continue my purified curse.
Another knock:
“Sister, I’ve done your job for you. I’m sorry.
So I opened the door and showed my head out of it: “I don’t want to eat it, either eat it or go to sleep. I’m sorry.
But…
What else is there to say?
I am really afraid to live with the canoe, and if we continue to live together, our relationship is not just between capitalists and oppressors.
I lay on a bed, long and sighs.
What do we do?
Lie down for a while and there’s another knock.
The boat outside asked me, “Sister, can I go to sleep?” I’m sorry.
His voice is a little twisted.
My voice is a little tight:
“Where do you sleep?”
Sister, can I sleep in the bed? I haven’t slept in the bed yet. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Open the door and lean on it. I had a yawn: “But there is only one bed and one bedroom in my house.” I’m sorry.
And the ship lifted up his hand, swearing, “I don’t mind, I swear.” I’m sorry.
Who cares if you don’t mind?
And We took a glance at him and photographed his own bed, and said, “Come up.” I’m sorry.
In the silent night, we lay together for a while.
I admit, all I think about is calling me into the office by day and asking if I dream about him.
It’s really confusing.
I was restless rubbing.
And suddenly, the ship was a little humbled, and said: Sister, will your hand be removed? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Come on, I’ll get up.
“Go and sleep in your tub. I’m sorry.
I don’t mean to say it. I’m afraid I can’t help myself.
“Sister, why did you send me away? Don’t you like me? I’m sorry.
And he began to swear: “Sister, I will be with you for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
Don’t you know you’re the president of a listed company? You said you’d be with me forever.
And We put our fingers at his lips: “Shh! Remember, when lying, a little thumb of a tree over his head, so that it would not be struck by thunder. I’m sorry.
“Son, I’m not lying to you. I really want to be with you.” I’m sorry.
You mean it, I don’t mean it.
Scold me during the day, haunt me at night, like a schizophrenic.
I can’t stand it.
So I drove the boat back to the tub.
He lay in a crack-up tub, accusing me, crying:
Sister, you’ve been avoiding me today. Aren’t you prepared to take responsibility for me? I’m sorry.
“Yeah,” I said, “Why am I responsible for you?” I’m sorry.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! I’m sorry.
I fell on his chest with a good plan: “Did you see how good you are when my plan didn’t pay for it? I’m sorry.
“Where did I get my money? I’m sorry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re poor, you’re poor enough to buy me a house.
You’re too poor to sleep in the tubs of women’s subordinates to pay for new ones.
So far, they have been lying in this crack-up tub, crying.
I’ve been thinking about it all.
It includes his inexplicable search records.
Including the one he called me into the office this afternoon.
“If you are poor, can you say strange things to your subordinates?
“If you’re poor, you can rub my tub every day and say you’re dreaming!”
“If you’re poor, you can ask me if I dream of you! I’m sorry.
Every scolding, I beat him.
Hit him and he stares at me.
The eyes have gradually moved from the initial frustrations to the vendettas to the stagnations to shock and anger.
He lay in my bathtub and looked at me in cold.
In the look of his eyes, I banged on him, “Look! I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
I banged him and hit him again, “What pride! I’m sorry.
He’s still staring at me.
Don’t say that. That looks like my boss.
So I photographed his face, and looked at him, and looked at him, “You are like my paralysing boss.”
“No one is ever close, no one is as cold as ice, no one is like an old man.” I’m sorry.
I’m so slow.
The boat threw a cold look at me: “A promise.” I’m sorry.
I said, “It sounds like it, it sounds like it.” I’m sorry.
And the Ark called me again, saying, “You know, you know, you die, you know. I’m sorry.
No, the boat doesn’t know my name.
I looked at him stiff.
The moment I saw him again, I understood something.
The memory of the canoes and the canoes is shared.
There’s nothing more embarrassing than rejecting the boss and being discovered by him.
There’s no time.
The canoe pulled me in, and I fell right in the tub and I was right next to him.
“Let me work for you?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Let me sing for you?”
I don’t know.
“Let me fan you with my tail?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“and let me follow you and say that I have no heart?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“How many surprises do you have?” I’m sorry.
I ran away.
Until 8:00 a.m., no closer to the bathroom.
Before the canoe left, he knocked on the door of my bedroom and reminded me that it was time to go to work. I’m sorry.
I thank you, you dirty big fish.
I ignored him.
After he left, I took a leave of absence from work.
And then, with or without his consent, I got up and made up and went out.
I’ve got a couple of company head-hunters last night. I’m gonna jump.
I want to stay away from the canoe.
With three inches of my tongue, I had a great time with the headhunter.
Everything went well until after the head was sent away, I heard a familiar voice.
He called out to Us: “A promise. I’m sorry.
With a little personal charisma, it sounds like a bit of a bite.
I turned my head stiff and looked at the canoe.
He had his nephew in his hand, standing behind me.
If you don’t like it, you’ll get too much cold water.
I’ve made a special appointment with the headhunter, and it’s possible to meet him.
“When did you get here?” I’m sorry.
“I was there before you came. I’m sorry.
“Why did you come?”
“For someone with no conscience, run away. I’m sorry.
I was silent, and then I began to defend myself:
“Boss, I didn’t hit you. I’m sorry.
You’re the one who runs inside my house all day long on a big tail, sleeps in a tub and cries out to my sister.
I’m a little nervous.
He didn’t talk, so I had to go on and explain:
“It’s all an accident. You’re the one who bothers me to sleep, and I’ll knock on your head. You’re the one who’s been sneaking into my house for days. I’m sorry.
And I raised my hand, and I swear: I do not want to. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and asked, “Are we friendly together?” I’m sorry.
I remember.
I once told him to sing to me, and it was said that the mermaids sing better.
And I put his head on me, and when I couldn’t sleep, I made him learn magic with his tail.
I was determined to nod my head: “Well, friendly. I’m sorry.
“Why are you running?” I’m sorry.
I’m not running. Are you going to settle for the fall?
“I didn’t run. I just came here to check on the company, so I knew who I was. I’m sorry.
“Well,” he said, “If you’re looking at the company, you’re going back to work this afternoon, and I’m going to have to read it. I’m sorry.
He smiled, “It’s not going to be days without work, forget how to write it.” I’m sorry.
I put up with it.
I’m in the chair of the boss’s office, in front of his own respectable nephew.
He kindly gave me his place, said he was sitting in the boss’s seat, better able to analyze the company with the boss’s mind.
I miss the day when the canoe wrote me a plan for an empty document.
I’ll light it up, get out, get out.
Not a word.
Sitting on a couch not far away, the canoe was free to drink coffee.
He asked me, “Are you finished? I’m sorry.
I replied with indignation: “No.” I’m sorry.
“There’s a shortcut. You want to go? I’m sorry.
I looked at him in the shadows, “What shortcut?” I’m sorry.
He means the chair I’m sitting in: “That’s where I need a boss’s wife. I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
I admit, I was thinking about this position.
When I was at home doing something to the boat, I had that kind of meaning.
But after all this time I’ve bullied him, I’m afraid he’ll trick me now.
I’m a little hesitant.
There’s a sudden sound in the fish tank:
“Sister, come on, grab him!
“Don’t be afraid, it’s easy to squeeze my uncle. He likes you. It’s your biggest weapon. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Who’s talking?
I turned slowly, slowly and slowly, to the little fish that was shaking their tails.
“You can talk?” I’m sorry.
The fish seemed speechless. He said, “Sister, I am small, not foolish.” I’m sorry.
“Why should I pinch him?” I’m sorry.
“Sister, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing when you cover my uncle at night. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
I don’t know.
I’m so tired, why do I have to be broken down by one or two?
This is mermaid disease!
And I was angry: “Do you know that there are certain things, and the fish shall not look down upon them.” I’m sorry.
And he did not think: “I did not see my uncle’s dream, and he wrote an analysis of it, and it happened that I saw it.
“You light it up, there’s a study file in my file, there’s a study file in your home and abroad, and the one named after your school is his dream analysis. I’m sorry.
He said he had to go fast to the canoe to come on foot and try to stop me, but I set the file before him.
The canoe stopped in front of me and tried to take control of the mouse.
But it was late, and I slipped the mouse to the bottom, and I took a quick look at the final conclusion.
“He likes you. I’m sorry.
The fish read it for me, “A man like my uncle who’s in love is easy to squeeze. You like him anyway. I’m sorry.
I’m still thinking.
“If you can’t, we mermaids, we’re not that big a deal to be returned. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I can’t stand it. I can’t help it.
“You stinking fish, what’s your name? We’ll split up!”
“Ooh!” “The fish threw their tails.” “The sister didn’t say yes anyway. I’m sorry.
He took a black cloth from the side of the canoe and threw it on the fish tank, covering it up.
“The next thing you know, the under-age fish don’t look! I’m sorry.
Both of us, both of us, are embarrassed.
I left my head behind and I was embarrassed to look at the canoe.
The ears of the canoe are red, and it’s a natural cough:
“A promise. I’m sorry.
He whispered at me.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed to respond.
“Do you want to think about being with me? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
“I’ll cook for you, write for you, sing for you when you can’t sleep, and I’ll cry for you if you want pearls.
“If you don’t want to have a baby, we don’t have a baby. I’m sorry.
“No fish attacks! I’m sorry.
“You shut up!”
“I bought you a big villa, brought you a garden and a pool, and I’ll share the company’s shares, so you can get your share.
“I am a man of good health, and you will not lose. It’s a good job. This company won’t go bankrupt. You can keep taking it. The biggest drawback is my nephew’s speech.
“When I was with you, I could feel it, and you were happy. So, you want to think about me. I’m sorry.
Ah, shit, it’s heart attack.
My heart beats so loud.
I was a little embarrassed when I was hit the first time, and I said, “Then let me think about it. I’m sorry.
Then, five seconds later.
“Have you thought about it?”
♪ I can’t ♪
Not so fast.
I turned my head and looked up at him.
“Five seconds. I’m sorry.
He suddenly started complaining to me, “Is five seconds enough? You looked at my tail, knocked me in the head, and told me to do something like that. I’m sorry.
And We said, “I did not command you to do such a thing, you lie!” I’m sorry.
I reached out with my hand and a little bit of confusion to his chest so that I could complain about my anger.
Just a few clicks and his hand is caught.
I’m trapped in my arms.
The nostrils swung and the heat sprayed on my face.
“Sister, is it okay?
“I’ve dreamt of you many times.
“Can it happen?”
And suddenly I couldn’t speak.
Concealed in his arms and felt his strong heartbeat.
And for a while, I whispered, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I wanted to go deeper in his arms, and he stopped me.
He hugged my waist with one hand and held my chin with the other hand.
I said, “What do you want? I’m sorry.
“Shh,” he whispered, “I want to make you a horse so you can be happy. I’m sorry.
Well, there’s awareness.
I’ll win.
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Case number: YXX1yvByo1c2arGK4Srpwz
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Repatriation, etc.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
