No, Xiao Yu, it's time to go home, they can't hold it like that, what are you doing there if you don't go home?

Shen Qiu, what happened to you and Lin Ruo that night? Are you together?

Thinking in his heart, leaning on the back of the chair, looking at the lines on the curtains, his thoughts were uncontrollable, and he spread out in the sensitive area that was taboo on weekdays, and Xiang Chunzao was slapped by the story in the chapter.

The hypnotized memory inadvertently tore open the gap, effortlessly, bearing the brunt of the leap, what will come out is the love and hatred in the years, one after another, the burden is enough, the plot is exciting, the stage and even the curtain call, who is directing?

Alas, with a sigh, I remembered the past, and I couldn't get around it, naturally, Xiang Chunzao also remembered Wang Manli and Lan Ni during that time.

One is wishful thinking, throwing off his sleeves, complaining about his relatives, and writing and directing his own one-man show; the other is bent on going his own way, moths fighting fires, stumbling, and adding new marks to old wounds before they have healed.

A pair of beautiful women did their best, did their best, those sorrows, those joys, like jumping notes, were all vivid and vivid in my life, and my memory is still fresh.

And the results of the interweaving of fate often cannot be explained by conventional common sense, who would have thought that the male protagonist who made them compete to bend their waists, impartial, has become my current sweetheart, the guest of honor, and the person next to me.

Materialization is really funny!

No matter what Lao Zhou, Lao Fan, and Lao Li and other insiders who have lost their memories say and think, until now, as a bystander, or a person, I can't figure it out myself, three women and one man, one after the other, but they are all right, what kind of strong heart can tolerate it.

Sometimes when I think about it, I really, really have a very weird, very weird, very boring feeling.

When I'm bored, think about it, after all, I loved it, and the two women saw me and Qiu Shi together, and they were really as relaxed as they seemed on the surface, without a trace of displeasure? Is it possible?

And I try to avoid it, not to think about the past of Qiu Shi and the two of them, and to deliberately forget, what kind of psychology is it? Is it just because they choose to give up and I choose to persevere?

In fact, if you have been in an office for a long time, you already know the roots, and if you use your brain a little, who can hide it from whom?

I don't need to confirm it, I will be sure that they have the characteristics of being smart and courageous, and after their self-esteem has been hit hard, the two of them who are disheartened have the same choice, not only for love, but also for weighing the pros and cons and considering the overall situation of the future, so they will resolutely choose to let go.

However, even if they have such a realistic and somewhat philistine mind, and make such a desperate killing, can they really erase the traces of autumn fruit in their hearts?

Or turn him into a lonely mound in the depths of his heart, overgrown with artemisia grass, and invite him out when the wind is high and the moon is dark, silently used to pay tribute to the ruthlessness of the years?

"Hmph, memorial! It's a memorial!" suddenly rushed out, and Xiang Chunzao startled himself.

His eyes turned back, looking at the quietly unfolding page, clicked the mouse, closed the link, straightened up, and frowned at Chunzao.

Am I sick in the head?

It's all in the past, aren't the two of them bent on managing their own one-third of an acre of land? What am I still doing here? It's so naïve.

Moreover, I don't know that most of the plots in the books I scribbled out are designed around the outline, and not all of them are real story reproductions?

Every day, anytime, anywhere, we are racking our brains for better details, going to great lengths, deducing and integrating a lot of imaginary content, and our shadow is mostly just a few of the herbs, isn't it?

They all understand this, and they still disturb their minds, and what are they doing to increase their troubles!

Stretched out his hand, turned off the computer angrily, walked to the sofa and sat down, Xiang Chunzao couldn't help laughing at his lack of interest, nothing to do.

It's not a yellow-haired girl, isn't it just proofreading a chapter? How can you be swayed by the characters you create?

If they are all so unreliable, people like me who hit the streets are suspicious, suffering from gains and losses, and those great gods are still not allowed to be depressed and stunned for a batch?

Go, go, go, take a hot bath, wash away these retarded and brain-burning feelings!

Thinking of doing it, I forgot the agreement with my daughter, got up and walked into the bathroom, and completely immersed myself in the heat from body to spirit.

Because there is too much negative energy brought by one chapter, Xiang Chun Zao needs to be completely released.

can't say, whether as a friend or as a lover, she has always been reluctant to admit that she is not as generous and thick as she seems on the surface.

Maybe it's her own experience, the impression left in her memory is too deep, she still minds some of Han Qiushi's past, especially the part with Wang Manli and Lan Ni, which makes her care more than Huang Na.

Especially recently, every time she meets and talks in the unit, she seems to be indifferent and casual, but in fact she is quietly vigilant, she will consciously or unconsciously stretch out her tentacles, paying attention to the state of Han Qiushi and every woman around her, including Wang Manli and Lan Ni, of course.

She knows that such a self is becoming more and more humble and more and more annoying, and she also knows that such a self is becoming more and more selfish and boring.

She knew everything, she knew everything, but she couldn't control herself more and more.

Her blood is flowing with a strong love for Han Qiushi, and she has a strong fighting spirit for love invaders in her bones, and she even feels that she is about to go crazy.

She doesn't like this kind of self, but she can't control it.

However, even so, she didn't want to prevaricate herself with menopausal syndrome. She knows that this kind of mentality can't continue, what she needs is not only open-mindedness, but also what she needs is to overcome herself.

So, quietly, wisely, she was already looking for a path to liberation, painful and persevering, covering up with her usual tepidness, trying to clear the damage that had soaked her life course enough to cause demons.

So at this time, in the mist, when the fragrance of grass moved lightly or heavily through her hands, rubbing her smooth and elastic skin, she felt the beauty of the change, smiled, and her mood softened unconsciously.

And when the fragrant foam flowed down the water and left her body, she suddenly felt refreshed and clear, as if all those troubles and sorrows had gone into the sewers and flowed to where they belonged.

Ah, it's so comfortable! Looking at the blurred self in the mirror, gently patting his cheeks, the mood of the early spring is already cloudy. [.]