For the shelf, the author will make a long story short: "I put it on the shelf. ”

"You're done?" Wang Dazhi snatched the microphone: "Since you have finished speaking, then when it comes to my speech, anyway, it is a waste to give you a guy who can even make a mistake in the 'testimonial', I will make a short story and make use of the time you have freed." ”

When the author saw it, he was not happy: "Get out, do you fool around again believe it or not to let your woman have another miscarriage?" ”

Wang Dazhi looked at the author in confusion: "Another miscarriage?" When did I have a child? And already had a miscarriage? ”

"Ahem." The author coughed dryly a few times and explained: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue." ”

"You make it clear to me, or I won't let you go."

Wang Dazhi threw his fist at the author, twisting with the author.

"Okay, the two fools are fighting, I'll go to the shelf!"

I snorted Wang Dazhi and the author, and the next second, I was confused, the protagonist and the author tore up, so who am I? Who am I? Who is it? Who? Huh?