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"Looks like I shot my lover in the head."
This person must have committed a crime with me.
Let’s not mention that he rushed into my small office like a tornado, just watch him fly like lightning: he slammed my door, kicked my shoes away, knocked down my flower pot stand, and scared my The goldfish then plunged into the stool, sweating profusely and trembling all over.I just can't believe this is a normal person.
I looked at the place in front of me where chickens were flying around and fish were turning over, and I thought to myself, hey, I have a bad temper, let me show you how violent I am every minute, if you don’t hit you until your face is full of peach blossoms, you won’t know The police chief of the police station next door is my second uncle, and then I realized that he just said a word to me.
What did he just say?
He looked at me: "..."
I looked at him: "..."
Second uncle!
Your nephew is dying!
Underworld!
murderer!
Perverted!
He yelled all over the street after killing someone!
My fingers are already twitching.
Because of the special nature of my profession, I am also wary.The alarm call is set on my quick dial interface. The nearest police station is only 3 kilometers away from my office. Surrounded by my small clinic, the second uncle can rescue me from danger with a big horn and a small piece of fresh meat from the police team.
However, the murderer grabbed my hand immediately.
There are tears in his eyes!Be quick!Like a tiger chasing a rabbit, it rushed over!
Then grabbed my hand.
start crying.
Ok?
Brother, what about your underworld style?
You also went to the wrong place when you surrendered yourself.
"Doctor! Am I mentally ill!" He cried out hoarsely.
I only know that if you don't let go, I'm going to be scared into a mental illness!
"I was there one second to fuck him, and I shot him in the head the next second!" He sighed, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
I’m so excited, don’t you have blood all over your face? What kind of weird PLAY is this? Dad really can’t keep up with the times.
"I didn't even see his face clearly!" He sobbed lowly.
You people are too indecent, what to do if you go to bed without even looking at your face!
"Why is it so weird that my great magician has had a dream for so many years!" He blushed and rubbed my hand back and forth.
WAIT!
His face was flushed, and he rubbed against my hand.
And now I just want to slap him in the face.
You fucking have a erotic dream and cry like you're sick.
……
The world was quiet after the slap.
I said, to be a human being should be elegant and polite, to discuss things peacefully and never resort to force, to speak calmly, and it is not good to swear.Seeing you crying and crying all the way, my goldfish was so scared that I turned white.
Come grab a cup of tea and catch your breath before Daddy beats you again.
It was already half an hour after the crying little bitch had completely quieted down.
Of course I smoked him for 25 minutes.
No way, I'm just too scared.
After all, my son is a goldfish who can be scared to turn white at the slightest sign of trouble.
What did you say?
Like father, like son.
"Doctor," he said, with two swollen eyeballs of the same type as my son's, "have I gone crazy in my heart?"
I put on a fairy face and took a sip of ginger cola in a special teacup for veteran cadres, then put the cup on the glass plate of the table and let out a "gada" .
Then I looked him straight in the eyes and fell silent.
The clock keeps ticking.
He changed his posture at a loss, and lowered his head under my burning eyes that seemed to have substance.
Then blushed.
You are blushing.
"Oh, comrade," I sighed, "you are very ill."
I feel like he's going to pee on me every minute.
"Come, come, let me see your palmistry." Just now he was the one who grabbed my hand and wiped my nose and tears.
He just stretched out a hand coquettishly and timidly.
Are you shy now?What were you doing like a tiger pouncing on food just now?
"Let me see your palm prints. Look at your palm prints, it's messy and disorderly!" I ran my fingers along the messy lines in his palm, "Look at your fingers! Fingertips are blue and white! Palm So hot!"
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, why are my ears red too?
"And your heartbeat," I pretended to feel his pulse, and started to make up nonsense, "I see that you are young, why is your heartbeat irregular? Your kidney pulse is a little weak."
In addition to being shy, there was a little panic on his face.
"Doctor, doctor, do I have kidney deficiency?"
I nodded.
"What's your relationship with your girlfriend?" I asked knowingly.
He lowered his head and looked super shy: "I, I haven't."
"No wonder," I said earnestly, "Young man, be strong and blow up!"
With a tomato on his neck, he asked humbly: "No, it's not a lot. Is it a lot? You can see it? Besides, aren't you a psychiatrist? How can you even know how to feel the pulse in Chinese medicine?"
No, I didn't even find out where your pulse was just now.But can I tell you this?
"I'm seeing a doctor with integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine. I don't understand. This needs additional research....Besides, what you have is not just a disease. It's not just a kidney deficiency."
He was dumbfounded: "Then I am?"
As soon as I slapped the table, I swiped the floor and stood up. The ginger ale cola was so shaken that I smashed the lid of the teacup and flew into outer space. My son turned over with ease and started to play dead.
"You have been lowered!"
"Ah?" He looked like you don't care about me.
"Ah what?" At a time like this, you can't lose your aura if you lose anything. "Tell me in detail, what did you dream about?"
With a dazed face mixed with tears and nosebleeds, he began to tell me about his erotic dream: "It's quite a complicated dream. I've actually been doing it intermittently for a few days."
His expression is not very clear, I can hear it, but I don't care too much.
After all, if this business is to be successful, it mainly depends on my golden mouth and jade teeth and a solid tongue.
Of course, high-rise buildings must be built on foundations, and theory must be connected with practice.What does Marxist philosophy say?Castles in the air won't work.
His dream is also strange, and it is still a flashback structure, with occasional episodes.
On the first day, he was wearing a tattered military uniform in his dream, first he heard the indistinct sound of horns coming from outside the window, and then he was extremely excited and sad, he wanted to laugh and not move, and wanted to cry but dare not cry.Just like that, I couldn't laugh or cry intermittently all night.
Me: ... I am very tired after this long-term heart.
He also cried to me: "Don't look at me, I can't cry in my dream, but I'm actually very tender. When I wake up, the pillow is wet, and my heart can still feel the uncomfortable strength. Depressed I have to drink three cups of cold water after I wake up."
Me: ...it could also be saliva.
He still wanted to continue talking to me, so I quickly interrupted, and then what?
With his rambling energy, it will probably be dark when he finishes talking.
The next dream will be several days later.
He couldn't get out of bed in the middle of the night, and thought it was a ghost pressing the bed, but it turned out that it was a sexy ghost!
At that time, there were also chatters, and there were more conversations, and there was a lot of intimacy and entanglement, and the details made me blush and upset.
Moreover, there are many kinds of people, and the scenes are changeable.After all, spring dreams are mainly based on imagination, not to mention physical strength, energy and mobility. It's a total upside down, the sun and the moon are dark, Teddy loses his hair, and the rabbit goes crazy.
I just cheated money and stuffed me with dog food, who the hell!
Ginger Coke and I are relatively crying without tears.
What is his job? !
I am a good young man who is committed to building a new socialism. I have a good nature. My favorite thing in my life is to read manga comics, animations and various film and television products.But at most, it will be over at the step of beating □□. When I think about what to do with others, I don’t feel in the mood to continue.In the past few years, I have always suspected that I have a cold personality.
But this is definitely the first time that just this one mouth can harden me alive.
And purely by word of mouth.
This is fucking, technical work.
"Looks like I shot my lover in the head."
This person must have committed a crime with me.
Let’s not mention that he rushed into my small office like a tornado, just watch him fly like lightning: he slammed my door, kicked my shoes away, knocked down my flower pot stand, and scared my The goldfish then plunged into the stool, sweating profusely and trembling all over.I just can't believe this is a normal person.
I looked at the place in front of me where chickens were flying around and fish were turning over, and I thought to myself, hey, I have a bad temper, let me show you how violent I am every minute, if you don’t hit you until your face is full of peach blossoms, you won’t know The police chief of the police station next door is my second uncle, and then I realized that he just said a word to me.
What did he just say?
He looked at me: "..."
I looked at him: "..."
Second uncle!
Your nephew is dying!
Underworld!
murderer!
Perverted!
He yelled all over the street after killing someone!
My fingers are already twitching.
Because of the special nature of my profession, I am also wary.The alarm call is set on my quick dial interface. The nearest police station is only 3 kilometers away from my office. Surrounded by my small clinic, the second uncle can rescue me from danger with a big horn and a small piece of fresh meat from the police team.
However, the murderer grabbed my hand immediately.
There are tears in his eyes!Be quick!Like a tiger chasing a rabbit, it rushed over!
Then grabbed my hand.
start crying.
Ok?
Brother, what about your underworld style?
You also went to the wrong place when you surrendered yourself.
"Doctor! Am I mentally ill!" He cried out hoarsely.
I only know that if you don't let go, I'm going to be scared into a mental illness!
"I was there one second to fuck him, and I shot him in the head the next second!" He sighed, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
I’m so excited, don’t you have blood all over your face? What kind of weird PLAY is this? Dad really can’t keep up with the times.
"I didn't even see his face clearly!" He sobbed lowly.
You people are too indecent, what to do if you go to bed without even looking at your face!
"Why is it so weird that my great magician has had a dream for so many years!" He blushed and rubbed my hand back and forth.
WAIT!
His face was flushed, and he rubbed against my hand.
And now I just want to slap him in the face.
You fucking have a erotic dream and cry like you're sick.
……
The world was quiet after the slap.
I said, to be a human being should be elegant and polite, to discuss things peacefully and never resort to force, to speak calmly, and it is not good to swear.Seeing you crying and crying all the way, my goldfish was so scared that I turned white.
Come grab a cup of tea and catch your breath before Daddy beats you again.
It was already half an hour after the crying little bitch had completely quieted down.
Of course I smoked him for 25 minutes.
No way, I'm just too scared.
After all, my son is a goldfish who can be scared to turn white at the slightest sign of trouble.
What did you say?
Like father, like son.
"Doctor," he said, with two swollen eyeballs of the same type as my son's, "have I gone crazy in my heart?"
I put on a fairy face and took a sip of ginger cola in a special teacup for veteran cadres, then put the cup on the glass plate of the table and let out a "gada" .
Then I looked him straight in the eyes and fell silent.
The clock keeps ticking.
He changed his posture at a loss, and lowered his head under my burning eyes that seemed to have substance.
Then blushed.
You are blushing.
"Oh, comrade," I sighed, "you are very ill."
I feel like he's going to pee on me every minute.
"Come, come, let me see your palmistry." Just now he was the one who grabbed my hand and wiped my nose and tears.
He just stretched out a hand coquettishly and timidly.
Are you shy now?What were you doing like a tiger pouncing on food just now?
"Let me see your palm prints. Look at your palm prints, it's messy and disorderly!" I ran my fingers along the messy lines in his palm, "Look at your fingers! Fingertips are blue and white! Palm So hot!"
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, why are my ears red too?
"And your heartbeat," I pretended to feel his pulse, and started to make up nonsense, "I see that you are young, why is your heartbeat irregular? Your kidney pulse is a little weak."
In addition to being shy, there was a little panic on his face.
"Doctor, doctor, do I have kidney deficiency?"
I nodded.
"What's your relationship with your girlfriend?" I asked knowingly.
He lowered his head and looked super shy: "I, I haven't."
"No wonder," I said earnestly, "Young man, be strong and blow up!"
With a tomato on his neck, he asked humbly: "No, it's not a lot. Is it a lot? You can see it? Besides, aren't you a psychiatrist? How can you even know how to feel the pulse in Chinese medicine?"
No, I didn't even find out where your pulse was just now.But can I tell you this?
"I'm seeing a doctor with integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine. I don't understand. This needs additional research....Besides, what you have is not just a disease. It's not just a kidney deficiency."
He was dumbfounded: "Then I am?"
As soon as I slapped the table, I swiped the floor and stood up. The ginger ale cola was so shaken that I smashed the lid of the teacup and flew into outer space. My son turned over with ease and started to play dead.
"You have been lowered!"
"Ah?" He looked like you don't care about me.
"Ah what?" At a time like this, you can't lose your aura if you lose anything. "Tell me in detail, what did you dream about?"
With a dazed face mixed with tears and nosebleeds, he began to tell me about his erotic dream: "It's quite a complicated dream. I've actually been doing it intermittently for a few days."
His expression is not very clear, I can hear it, but I don't care too much.
After all, if this business is to be successful, it mainly depends on my golden mouth and jade teeth and a solid tongue.
Of course, high-rise buildings must be built on foundations, and theory must be connected with practice.What does Marxist philosophy say?Castles in the air won't work.
His dream is also strange, and it is still a flashback structure, with occasional episodes.
On the first day, he was wearing a tattered military uniform in his dream, first he heard the indistinct sound of horns coming from outside the window, and then he was extremely excited and sad, he wanted to laugh and not move, and wanted to cry but dare not cry.Just like that, I couldn't laugh or cry intermittently all night.
Me: ... I am very tired after this long-term heart.
He also cried to me: "Don't look at me, I can't cry in my dream, but I'm actually very tender. When I wake up, the pillow is wet, and my heart can still feel the uncomfortable strength. Depressed I have to drink three cups of cold water after I wake up."
Me: ...it could also be saliva.
He still wanted to continue talking to me, so I quickly interrupted, and then what?
With his rambling energy, it will probably be dark when he finishes talking.
The next dream will be several days later.
He couldn't get out of bed in the middle of the night, and thought it was a ghost pressing the bed, but it turned out that it was a sexy ghost!
At that time, there were also chatters, and there were more conversations, and there was a lot of intimacy and entanglement, and the details made me blush and upset.
Moreover, there are many kinds of people, and the scenes are changeable.After all, spring dreams are mainly based on imagination, not to mention physical strength, energy and mobility. It's a total upside down, the sun and the moon are dark, Teddy loses his hair, and the rabbit goes crazy.
I just cheated money and stuffed me with dog food, who the hell!
Ginger Coke and I are relatively crying without tears.
What is his job? !
I am a good young man who is committed to building a new socialism. I have a good nature. My favorite thing in my life is to read manga comics, animations and various film and television products.But at most, it will be over at the step of beating □□. When I think about what to do with others, I don’t feel in the mood to continue.In the past few years, I have always suspected that I have a cold personality.
But this is definitely the first time that just this one mouth can harden me alive.
And purely by word of mouth.
This is fucking, technical work.
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