When Bai Zhiyan looked at Bai Zhiyan with burning eyes and swallowed even the dregs, she first looked shy like a little daughter-in-law, and then said in panic

"Oh! I just finished eating pastry and shot a cockroach. I forgot to wash my hands. Then I seemed to have picked my nose... Well, I didn't wash my hands either... What should I do? What should I do?" When Cheng Chenggong saw Bai Zhiyan covering her face with a pale face,

After rushing out of the study room, this guy lay on the small soft couch and rolled around. Occasionally, he rolled directly on the floor...

But this Bai Zhiyan is really strange. It is obvious that this kind of drama will be staged almost every few days, but he still falls for it time and time again... And coexisting with this inevitable event is that every time Mo Qingcheng has laughed enough and comes out of the study.

Every time, there is always an iceberg beauty to greet her at the door...

The woman's look at her gradually changed from weird at first to inquiring, and finally, she became accustomed to it...

Later, occasionally when Mo Qingcheng was about to hit a pillar, she would kindly pull her collar...

Although the feeling of having a butt blossom was very unpleasant, Mo Qingcheng thought that it was better than being disfigured...so he didn't care so much...

Later, the woman started to dance single phrases instead of saying a word at first. If she was lucky, she could even hear idioms...

Every time this happens, Mo Qingcheng always looks like he has won a five million grand prize, dancing with excitement...

It can be seen that time is really a very scary thing...

It is undeniable that time is still a very abstract thing...

ps: Metro looked back and found that there were some problems with the pasting here. I am really sorry. Dear friends, especially, Metro has inserted a piece of writing tidbits here to make everyone laugh. It is also very good...

One day, a certain person was writing about a fight between the heroine and Feng Meiren, but at this time there was a knock on the door, and it was his father. He glanced at a certain person's computer, and maybe he happened to catch a glimpse of the word "pounce", so he directly

His face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "I'm not serious every day, what's the point of throwing myself around..." A certain iron was not angry, he raised his mouth and said: "There is a generation gap between the two, I can't explain..." Dad raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

, directly lectured: "Look at what you write every day, how is it different from the H-texts I read before..." A certain iron was amused, looked at his father, and said curiously: "Have you read it?

Romance novels?" Dad was angry and said: "If you can write an article for a magazine, then you are really capable..." Then he threw up his sleeves and left. A certain iron lowered his head and smiled, and then murmured: "After all,

Are you getting old, or am I too avant-garde..." After saying that, he came back to type on the keyboard, with only one heart, but he didn't know what it felt like...

ps: The above is purely for entertainment, just take it as a joke. I just want to say that I have no ability, but I just want to write what I like... Dear friends, this article will be shared by all the people who follow it.
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