Although the butterfly is not so righteous as to stick a knife in the ribs for a friend and sacrifice his life for righteousness, he accompanies him to have a meal, spends all his time sitting there with nothing to do, grinding his buttocks, and listening to a girl with a handful of snot and tears talking about some realistic dramas that can't come up to the stage, but are really tragic in the world, and it is really the responsibility and obligation that a good friend for many years should bear.

If it can also incidentally soothe and soothe her stagnation of liver qi, it is undoubtedly a good thing.

The butterfly said to the diving bird, "I'm going to have dinner with a friend." We may not have seen each other in a long time.

When the diving bird heard this, he didn't say anything, and it was inconvenient to interfere, so he went about his own business.

The butterfly got up early in the morning with the diving bird, and the diving bird took a taxi to work, and the butterfly first returned to her home, tidied up her room, cleaned up the dust, took a bath, changed her clothes, and then set off with a heavy face.

This is the last day of annual leave.

To the butterfly's surprise, the diving bird stuffed the keys into her hand again before leaving, and said very solemnly: You still keep the keys. If you need to come by yourself one day, you don't have to wait for me to come back and open the door.

This reason couldn't be more reasonable, and this reason is also too true to be refused.

It is true that every time the diving bird comes to her after work, and comes to her, and now, it may seem to him that this process of repetition in the future can be omitted.

It's really troublesome for him to come and go, how can the butterfly not understand?

In addition, he was anxious to implement something in his heart, not because of butterflies, but purely to give himself a sense of security.

Women pursue the gorgeous emptiness of love, but men just want to obtain the safe essence of love.

To say that in this world, men send flowers and propose marriages, and they are extremely romantic and flashy, most of them are to please a woman, or purely to satisfy her vanity of love.

If you skip these red tapes of love and follow me as you go, I'm afraid that most men will happily skip all this immediately, pick up their lover directly, and go home to eat and sleep.

This is also the reason why love stories have always had unexpected twists and turns for hundreds of years.

can live a daily life steadily, even if it remains the same, men will get by, and live comfortably.

But women often give birth to a lot of love in the moon before and after the flowers for no reason, and in the end they are bitter and sad, which is very unbearable.

In a word, men like the moment when a thousand men rush to the pass, while women prefer the long and extravagant foreplay.

The butterflies naturally see this little bit of privacy and treachery of the diving birds. A wise woman can see clearly, but she doesn't say it. Butterflies naturally keep their mouths shut and can't say anything out of place.

The butterfly pinched the key with some trepidation, as if it were pinching a piece of hot coal. I want to let go, but I can't, this is undoubtedly a hot heart, how can you let it go easily?

The metaphor of this key has always been extraordinary and not intrivial for a couple of lovers. The sincerity of love, the weight of life, this string of small and inconspicuous keys, is completely interpreted.

If you take it, you may be accepting a man's promise? His life's life? Or do you want you to be attached to him all your life?

Love is never a one-sided thing, love never tolerates a fine sand, if you retreat gently, you will naturally exchange for the other party's grievances.

If he is desperate for himself, how can he allow you to retreat to a safe place and be a bystander to protect yourself?

At that moment, the diving bird's expression was very solemn, and the butterfly originally wanted to say almost a joke, but looking at his serious appearance, those jokes that slipped to his mouth were swallowed back alive, almost choking, and he couldn't think of a suitable reply for a while.

It's not good to say it's light, it's really hard to say it's heavy, and a sudden emotion rampaged through the body a few times, and he looked at the key in his hand woodenly.

The diving bird put on her shoes, took her hand, and said very gently: Let's go, I'm almost too late.

The butterfly is still clear, the skin smiled and twitched the muscles at the corner of his mouth, and silently stuffed the key into the bag, which naturally could not be returned.

I thought to myself, just keep it, I won't use it often anyway.

When she returned to her home, the butterfly immediately took out the keys, put them in a jewelry box in a drawer, and stared at them for a long time, unable to tell what it was like.

But recalling the deep eyes of the diving bird, the deep love can't be disguised, and it is sprinkled into his heart, which is also full of happiness, and naturally he can't deceive himself.

She pondered for a long time, sighed to herself, packed up the jewelry box, and picked out another ring to wear. This is the ring she recently bought, and she wants to wear it to Fang Yun to see if it looks good.

Fang Yun opened the door with a big meat dumpling.

Zexi, who was wrapped in clothes with three layers of thick inner and outer three layers, stared at the butterfly with two longan-like eyes, and smiled sweetly, and his mouth made all kinds of baby universal language, which was a very real greeting to the butterfly, and the butterfly's heart was about to melt away.

The two of them sat on the sofa and teased Zexi for a while, Zexi was really funny, with pink and tender little hands, and a big hand that wanted to catch butterflies.

The butterfly stretched out a finger to let her play for a moment, and she played and played, salivating, and from time to time she would stretch out her little tongue and lick her lips. Butterflies are amusing and disgusting to watch.

People who have never given birth to children in this world always dislike this, dislike that, and boast of having a habit of cleanliness, but once they have given birth to a child, all the habits of cleanliness and dislike will be hidden by themselves. Making a child is really the most fearless job in the world that is not afraid of dirty, hard work, and hard work.

Butterflies now have a deep experience.

When she and Fang Yun were talking, Zexi not only spitted, but also stuffed her fingers into her mouth as a carrot and gnawed for a long time, I am afraid that the taste was very good.

Fang Yun screamed and asked her not to gnaw, she was still aggrieved with little eyes, her mouth was deflated and deflated, it seemed that she couldn't bear it, she really couldn't hold it, and a spring of eyes gushed out, which really made the mountain collapse and the sadness that the earth wanted to crack, although it didn't break the liver and intestines, it was also tender.

The butterfly almost couldn't help but want to soften and say, "Just let her nibble."

Fang Yun had obviously been fighting with this little guy for a long time, and after a long time, she was also quite patient and combative, repeatedly fished her fingers out of her mouth, wet and sticky fingers, wiped them clean with a tissue, and then turned around and stuffed them back into her mouth.

Fang Yun fought her with perseverance, and the battle ended with Zexi starting to.