"This Nizi is a profiteer in her bones!" Could it be that he inherited his parents' genes? Alas, it is such an esoteric issue concerning genetics, even if someone in my section has read countless flowers, he can't break this certainty, sad! Lamentable!

After saying that, Duan Mingyu wrote in a hurry, and fought hard for the sake of the chick!

Duan Mingyu wrote for half an hour, sweating like rain, shaking his hands like chicken feet, obediently, it took him half a day to write five articles.

Duan Mingyu couldn't help but sing a sad song: "In your hands, holding Wowotou, there is not a drop of oil in the dish, how painful life in prison is, one step at a time, one by one, the heart......"

Just as Duan Mingyu was singing heartbreakingly, Yang Zhaoniang swaggered in: "Hey, Brother Mingyu, what's wrong with you, you don't look very good!"

Duan Mingyu said: "Yes, it's really unsightly!"

Yang Zhaoniang jumped on the bookcase, and her two little feet kept kicking the air: "Hehe, what the hell is going on?"

"Hey, I'm not doing my homework." Duan Mingyu said with a sad face.

Yang Zhaoniang said: "Isn't it just to write a few notes, what's the big deal, show it to me."

Duan Mingyu threw his "masterpiece" to Yang Zhaoniang. Yang Zhaoniang spat after seeing it: "Phew! Bah! Bah! What are you writing about? ”

Duan Mingyu said with a firm face: "Of course it's a word, what else can it be?"

Yang Zhaoniang snorted: "You can also call this thing a word?" It's just a ghost painting, it's unsightly, and I've written better than you. ”

Duan Mingyu said in surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said, it's just a ghost painting peach charm, it's unbearable!"

"No, I'm asking the latter sentence!"

"The latter sentence, it seems that I wrote it better than you...... What are you going to do, and what are you doing with bad ideas? Yang Zhaoniang asked with a worried face.

Duan Mingyu began to be attentive: "Zhao Niang, are you thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty, what are you going to do?"

"Then if you're tired, I'll move the stool for you."

"No, I'll just sit on the table."

"Do you want to eat an apple, I'll peel one for you?"

"And this kind of good thing?"

Duan Mingyu despised Yang Zhaoniang, you are a snack: "Of course, I'll cut it for you right away, but it's ......"

"Hmph, but what, I knew that you would have nothing good to do as soon as you opened your mouth, and you would be courteous and courteous, either a traitor or a thief, and now you will reveal your true face!" Yang Zhaoniang said unhappily.

Duan Mingyu said: "Hehehe, this matter, for Zhao Niang, it is really Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts - a piece of cake!"

Yang Zhaoniang asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Help me with my homework."

Yang Zhaoniang looked angry: "You still have ten articles to write here, you want to buy me with an apple, no way, you think I'm stupid!"

Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth, looking like he was in pain: "It's a big deal, it's a big deal that the chicken soup sent by Yanyan in the evening, I'll share half of it with you!"

Yang Zhaoniang's eyes lit up, and she looked like she couldn't wait to swallow it immediately: "Sister Yanyan's chicken soup?"

Duan Mingyu nodded: "How about it, I'm good to you." Nod quickly, nod quickly, Duan Mingyu kept shouting in his heart.

Yang Zhaoniang shook her head: "Half of it can't work, all of it is mine."

Duan Mingyu looked bleak with the death of both parents: "I'll just drink it?" You've got to give me a taste! ”

"This, this, okay, I'll suffer a little loss, next time this kind of thing can come to me!" Yang Zhaoniang thought about it for a long time and finally agreed.

"Come, you sharpen the ink for me!" Yang Zhaoniang commanded.

"Yes, you are the master!" Duan Mingyu honestly stood on the side grinding ink for Yang Zhaoniang, his eyes constantly aiming at the paper.

I saw Yang Zhaoniang holding a brush in her small hand, and wrote smoothly on the rice paper, the font was beautiful and upright, more than a star and a half higher than Duan Mingyu!

Duan Mingyu began to fantasize about how Wan Yanyan would praise herself when she saw such neat words. Hehe, maybe under the joy of the red face, it is not necessary to make a promise with his body, thinking of this, Duan Mingyu really wants to kiss Yang Zhaoniang's pink and jade face, it's just a big deal, this champion scored twice today, and then dedicate a song to her: Grateful heart, thank you for having you, accompany me all my life to give me the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate

When the flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish them as well......

"I respectfully ask my wife to inspect, by the way, where is the chicken soup?" Duan Mingyu looked everywhere with his eyebrows and rat eyes.

"Hehe, I've been writing for an afternoon, I'm tired, come, drink soup first!" Wan Yanyan gave the soup box to Duan Mingyu, sat on the bookcase by herself, and seriously checked Duan Mingyu's homework.

Yang Zhaoniang ran in from outside the door, making a pitiful expression, staring at the chicken soup without blinking, revealing a salivating look.

Duan Mingyu gestured a middle finger to Yang Zhaoniang and made a look, I only took a sip.

Yang Zhaoniang nodded, and watched Duan Mingyu raise his head and drink it to the sky.

"Well, take it!"

Yang Zhaoniang took the soup box, and suddenly her face was not so good-looking, only to see that the chicken soup had shrunk by half, and the few pieces of meat were also eaten by Duan Mingyu, woo woo, Duan Mingyu, you big villain, you don't count, I must ...... Oh, let's drink it first!

Yang Zhaoniang looked at Duan Mingyu and smacked her lips, looking unsatisfied, hurriedly hugged the soup box, ran to Wan Yanyan, and tasted it with a swagger.

Yang Zhaoniang looked very quiet when she drank the soup, that posture, that action, tsk, every move should be the word Sven.

"Hey, Zhao Niang, look, why is the handwriting of the son so similar to what you wrote?"

"Smack"

Yang Zhaoniang put down the empty soup box, and saw that something was wrong, so she immediately retreated, while Duan Mingyu pretended to squat to tie her shoes, and after squatting, she found that there was not a single strip of cloth on her boots.

Duan Mingyu kept chanting silently in his heart: "Amitabha, Jesus bless, long live the emperor, you must help me survive this calamity!"

"Childe!" Wan Yanyan didn't know when she stood in front of Duan Mingyu, and shouted angrily, "And Zhao Niang, you are really capable, collude to deceive me!" ”

"It's none of my business, it's all Brother Mingyu instructed me to do it!" Yang Zhaoniang was very unrighteous and pushed Duan Mingyu to the forefront. I really don't know if when she was the leader of the beggar gang, she often left the team alone, and fled.

Duan Mingyu held his head in his hands, cried bitterly, and burst into tears: "Yanyan, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, in fact, all this was deliberately framed by Yang Zhaoniang."

Yang Zhaoniang's eyes were as big as copper bells, she really didn't expect Duan Mingyu to frame him, reverse black and white, and beat him upside down.

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