偷柏自拍区

  A kind of temperament called widowed king.

   "They are my friend\'s sisters, I didn\'t introduce them well last time."

  Wang Chuan accepted the matter of following the two little girls well.

  Many people who don’t have older sisters will borrow two.

  Walking along the river outside the town, the two chatted casually, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

  If you just look at it this way, who would know that the yin and yang aura three days ago came from the mouths of two people.

   But some people will not let the picture harmony for too long.

   "Miss Yang is not as good-looking today as she was before. Is this my illusion?"

  “You should relax more while reading. I heard people say that after overusing your eyes, your vision will be blurred and you may even go blind.”

  "...I came here this time to bring gifts to the door, but studying costs a lot of money, and the family is in trouble. If it is not determined that I will get married for the rest of my life, my mother said that it is easy not to spend money."

   "It\'s too difficult for you. I heard that reading in the Luanyang City Library is very cost-effective. You can also go there to copy books. I recommend it to you."

  …

   Few meters away.

  Jiang Wunian\'s brushstrokes were swish.

  He didn\'t lift his head.

  Lu Jingzhi reposted the conversation in real time and commented a wave.

   "Sister Cheng\'s operation is really a show to me. My sister can\'t justify not giving her some advertising fees." Lu Jingzhi lightly tutted, "This Wang Chuan doesn\'t want to get married at all."

  The two people walking side by side have the same perfunctory attitude and the even more perfunctory attitude that tries to cover up the perfunctory attitude, which is amazing at a glance.

  Jiang Wunian raised his head suddenly, "What?"

   "I said, this person is pretending." Lu Jingzhi bumped her shoulder, "Can\'t you tell?"

   I really didn’t see it.

  I have already copied ten pages of the scumbag’s quotations, and now tell her it’s fake.

  Suddenly realized, "Isn\'t it also a forced one?"

   "Eighty percent."

  Jiang Wunian sighed: "When you say that, I suddenly feel that they are a good match!"

  It turns out that there were also bad people in ancient times.

   Taking time out of your busy schedule to deal with them in studying and taking scientific exams is not a kind of sincerity and persistence?

   "The matchmaker said you can embroider, that\'s great. I like people who are dexterous."

   "I heard that you write beautifully, and I also like beautiful handwriting."

  Lu Jingzhi rubbed his chin in thought, "Isn\'t that what I like?"

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   Such an afternoon of gaining more than getting into the book, the two agreed to continue tomorrow.

  Yang Yuecheng clenched her fists, "Sure enough, Xiao Ya is not deceiving me. Words come from life. The outside world is much more lively than Huxi Village!"

  Wang Chuan didn\'t come the next day, so he only sent a message.

   Said that the mother was ill and was going to Luanyang City to find a doctor.

  Seeing her daughter\'s lost eyes, An Shi was about to comfort her when she ran into the room.

  An Shi discussed with Village Chief Yang, this person, no way.

  I didn’t think about it clearly before, but now I know the situation of his house...

  Everyone in the world thinks that it is only right and proper for a husband and a son to serve their parents-in-law.

  The mother-in-law who has been ill in bed for many years has no reason for the daughter-in-law to dislike her publicly, but they still don\'t want their daughter to marry such a family who love their daughters.

   "If you don\'t wait, I\'ll ask the matchmaker to ask other families." An\'s heartbroken at the thought of her precious daughter going to work as a coolie there in the future.

  It would be fine if my daughter died.

   It is impossible to give up.

   Luanyang City.

library.

  Wang Chuan is furiously writing.

   is classics.

  It is only a few copper coins needed to borrow books.

   Pens, inks, papers and inkstones may not even be bought here.

  He just brought his own pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

  A shadow fell in front of her, and when she looked up, the girl asked with a smile, "Has Auntie\'s health improved?"