I love you so much

You come down.He dozed off for a long time and woke up suddenly.are you that birdNo, no, are you that fairy?No, not me.What's the secret?That lump in your head.How did you know?The old man Yan Wang said a word.

When the famous He Xiaoye woke up, the thief bird had already disappeared. He glanced at the inscription, and there was really only the word "Jiang" engraved on it, lazy man, no, lazy bird.But why am I here?Do I want to marry that Jiang Rendong?Then just help him and send that woman to He's house, why not, I will arrange it for you immediately.

Tsk tsk, it's okay not to mention my head, but my head hurts when I talk about it. I can't hear what the man said just now, so I have to tie the strap, oh, it hurts.Brushing our hair, we swung back home.In order for the plan to go smoothly, I have to change the plaque and call it He Fu.

Chapter 9

Everyone is a coin, and the law stipulates that it has value, but in political concepts, it is just a symbol. Some people are euros, dollars, and marks, while others are yen and baht.Jiang Ying has no way to decide the type of coin, but she can change the value of the currency. The role of the bank is to label people with high self-esteem as commoners or low-class people among the upper class. He will step on it patiently and hard, but the face value is still Unchanged.Jiang Ying never wanted to be so troublesome. Since there are countless steps leading to the top floor, she wants to reach the sky in one step and make things to the extreme. The fear of the unknown is the fear itself. The specific numbers can certainly bring a certain sense of satisfaction and superiority, but Quantitative is always small.

What about Jiang Lu?She is not a coin, but a thief. Since she was poor from the beginning, naturally there is nothing precious except her life. Give it a go. If you have money, you will rise to the middle class. Money is everything.

Die, she doesn't fight or grab, but she has a strong safe and a tight mouth, if you have time to pry it, you might as well scratch it.

Butterfly is the flower of the college, she doesn't have much airs, but she is proud, popular, etc., which can make her a good wife and mother, so she is pursued by many high-quality men.But what she thought about was the life of a common people, material but practical, boring but comfortable.A glass heart is easy to be moved, and a beam of warm light shines unremittingly, and one day it will not be reflected, and it will go in steadily.

But poor and lowly couples mourn everything, and those who make promises stand alone, forgetting, forgetting how a proud son of heaven can become a housewife, forgetting to be full of blood, forgetting to be ordinary.With the expansion of ambition, the ordinary is farther and farther away from peace and happiness.He wanted a better life, and what he thought was extraordinary became trivial and resentful.He "credits" everything to his lazy wife.Wife, spouse is disgustingly insulting this time.In five years, she has been a mother, a husband and a child.Time has worn away her edges and corners, she learns to give in, kneeling and wiping the ground, like a dog, while the man he keeps swearing to love her and protect her for the rest of his life, is holding a mobile phone to record the video, his face is just disgustingly curious, as if letting Die Barking at her a few times can arouse his greater impulse.Love, care, even the simplest love can't be done, the nature of scum.

The video is accompanied by a short word to express this sour and stinky machismo to the fullest.Tens of millions of views, mocking feminists.Looking through the screen, it is no longer a young woman with faded beauty and fading beauty, but a plowing livestock.The greatness of her mother's love has become the exposure of her humble status, and her stumbling ends the sex, and completely pushes happiness to the beginning of the funeral march.

If you don't regret asking the queen, you probably didn't come and do it yourself.Poignant and beautiful, the butterfly with withered leaves floats in the wind and rain, floats, floats, floats, falls to the ground, and becomes flower fertilizer.

Fanwai (I am a reader, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in the writing circle)

Equinox

It is said that a bright moon is as round as a cake, which makes me so greedy, my saliva slobbers, I swallow this cold, salty, but sour cake with lemon juice, like a hungry wolf. At this time, I and you under the lemon tree appeared in my mind, heart to heart, living together in Beijing, sharing Beijing for family and friends, come, let it go, how cute it is to look up. ..

Ancient version

There is a saying in the common saying that the villain is always the same, no, it is also called the storyteller to spread this embarrassing thing. No matter how many followers this Mingyue has, after hearing this, they will only feel that they know everyone. I don't know the heart, and it's extremely boring and vulgar. If I marry her to be the aunt of a high-ranking family, I'm afraid people will laugh out loud, saying that I, a good man who governs the country, has his reputation tarnished by a woman and become the official career of your subordinates. , If there is still a gentleman who doesn't know, let's listen to this hilarious storytelling.

It is said that Mingyue, the daughter-in-law of the Ming family, is a delicate and talented woman. She can write poems and songs, and she also has a lot of insight into the dialogue book.But something strange has happened recently, and all the nobles in the mansion know a thing or two about it. It was rumored in the school that Mingyue's homework was cheating, and several young ladies who were not for the power of the Ming mansion took sex one after another, and took out her and others. The evidence of adultery, the black and white words, there is no difference in handwriting.Hey hey lowered his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued to yell, that Miss Mingfu's reputation is terribly bad, this bright moon is just in time for cardamom, it's a good time to get married, but no one cares about it.What's more, her stepmother didn't like her very much, she washed her face with tears and was petty.Master Ming was begged by the censor for giving him many books, and he was angrily slamming the door and scolding him for being a loser.Seeing that the Ming Mansion is weak, Master Ming is not well-connected in the court, he is only a fourth rank, and he is extremely arrogant in his daily work. Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, and they pretend to be clean and honest for the people. Those who were suppressed and those who were offended rushed forward.At this time, a sister from the Wan family, who was usually very inconspicuous but could not get in the way of a famous lady, approached Hei Hei softly and asked her why she knew so clearly.She speaks eloquently and speaks eloquently. The sister of the Ming family was born noble, so she is naturally arrogant. What's more, the book written by her is very good among the people. Everyone has a copy. Naturally, some people are jealous. After all, there are books, who still hears about books? yes.You have good eyesight. I'm not a storyteller. I'm an envoy for a friendly visit. It's fine if you don't mention this book, but if you mention it, I will condemn it.The title page of this book clearly says heartless little pretty + gloomy prince, this is a great disrespect to the royal family, this is one of them.Some noble ladies watched it again and found that it was contrary to reason. The literati passed on the book hoping to improve it, but instead of listening to it, they uttered nonsense and allowed rumors to spread and ferment everywhere. This is the second of bad intentions.Let the servants see her tears, complain, and disobey the precepts of women's virtues, these are the three.It is said that a few days ago Miss Wan suddenly broke with Mingyue and turned to the eldest princess's side. I am afraid that you wrote those adulterous letters.And so on, whether this reputation of chastity is good or bad, it is still up to the people to decide.Evidence Hey Hey took out a stack of story books from his arms, these are all originals, the date customized on it cannot be faked, are you suspecting that I have the support of the royal family behind me, judge the royal family arbitrarily, and be unfaithful and unfilial.How many flowers fall in the dream, this poem is for you.Hey Hey Yingzi patted the boy on the shoulder valiantly, and told him pretending to be concerned, this young lady's complexion is pale, she may have suffered from a lot of wind and cold, and her qi and blood are stagnant, she may be about to collapse.Help me, little brother, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, this is an old saying in your Central Plains.Behind me is the noble daughter and eldest princess of a rich family. I hope you can hug her and go to seek medical treatment. Needless to say, just say a few words that you have had an affair with her. When she wakes up, I will guarantee you success. retreat.promise.Miss Wanjia staggered and fainted, the younger brother had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately fell into his arms, screaming before she could struggle.In less than half a day, Miss Wan's reputation was ruined.Mingyue was also cut and sent to a nunnery.These two sister flowers are really interesting, but it's a pity that they are so impatient.The noble daughter of the aristocratic family, Hei He and the eldest princess traveled to the lake and complained.You can't live by doing your own crimes.

Unexpectedly, sister Ming was dishonest in the temple and sold the secrets she heard to the enemy country.It's true that everyone doesn't know, but they just feel pity for a female stream to do such a thing that is not as good as pigs and dogs, and sigh for it.In less than half a day, everyone in the city knew that Master Ming was no longer hypocritical and slapped her hard.

The Ming Palace has really become the Underworld.

Chapter 11

I am not afraid of being blocked by thousands of people, but I am afraid of surrendering myself

I am a silkworm, and cocooning myself is the only word I can think of. According to my neighbor’s grandmother, a monk gave it to me.I'm kind of a freak because I don't have any memories of before the age of six, and I only vaguely know that I lived in a wealthy family.I have been living in this alley, in the attic, and I like painting, especially portraits, with vivid eyes.

I don’t know what it’s like to be lonely. Grandma Qi always felt that I was pitiful, but I was really okay, but I felt a little depressed. Later, she asked for connections everywhere, and she insisted on putting me on her household registration booklet, letting me go to school, and chanting Reading can change destiny.I find it funny, because I am a silkworm. When a silkworm grows up, it can only become a moth and cannot become a butterfly. Glory has nothing to do with me. I disdain to be in sight.

I, a patient with social phobia, primary school, the longest, six years, all kinds of people.I'm dizzy.Grandma said that she had a very good school time before, and that laughter is an act of kindness released by people. If those people don't say stinging words, maybe I can really take the cold ridicule as a good intention to welcome newcomers.

I can’t remember how many times I’ve been beaten, but what impressed me most was that my deskmate kicked me on the ground. I could only curl up in pain, like a silkworm. When someone provoked me with a wooden stick, I could only use a soft cock. □ Protect your vitals.The moment I got hit on the temple, I saw the world