Hongjie hesitated, is this appropriate for the writer?

But the girls stretched out their hands, and it was not good not to write, so Hongjie could only open the cap of the pen and write very gentlemanly.

Oops... Mai Yiyi looked at Hongjie's free and easy handwriting, and she really liked it.

She has never been a literate person in her family, and she has not been good at reading since she was a child, and her handwriting is not good, so she can read what she lacks.

"I really envy you people who have ink in their stomachs, I write like a dog."

Hongjie was a little embarrassed to be praised, and he didn't say anything to the girl, and pulled the corners of his mouth implicitly.

"It's not too late to practice calligraphy."

"Then you teach me, how to practice words quickly?"

The two chatted, and were surrounded by his sister's speeding skills, Mai Dacong, who was spurring up.

Oh, old girl, is this a little white face?

practiced a fart word, when she wanted to study, she had 10,000 reasons to resist. I have a headache today, my feet hurt, and I feel pain when I see a book all over my body, will I see this little white face, and I have practiced chicken feather characters?

And she is a Northeast girl, and she actually talks with her tongue curled up in front of other people's little white faces, is this a cat?

The man who has been managed by his sister for many years only dares to complain in his heart, and he doesn't dare to say anything if he is killed.

"What is your impression of our Northeast?" Especially the Northeast chicks.

Could it be that because of her tiger brother, Brother Hongjie has a shadow on the Northeasterners?

"It's good, hearty and enthusiastic, and it's interesting to speak."

"Oh mom, do you like our dialect?" The Northeast girl with her tongue curled up instantly hit back to the prototype.

It's a cute little girl, Hongjie was amused by her.

There was someone working upstairs, Hongjie suddenly hugged Mai Yiyi, and a wrench fell from the sky, fell to the ground with a bang, and smashed the red bricks.

Mai Yiyi was startled, if Hongjie didn't hold her, she might have her head broken and bleed, and maybe she would die.

Shi Peiqi came out of the building, carrying a brown paper bag in her hand, she has now adapted to the intense work rhythm of the private enterprise, her hair has been cut short, and she looks much more capable.

Standing at the door, Shi Peiqi saw this scene.

She had been worried about her ex-boyfriend for a few months, holding a petite girl, and the bag in Shi Peiqi's hand fell to the ground and took a step back in a shock.

Open your eyes again, and it's still like this.

It's not a hallucination, he appears, and there are other girls by his side...

Shi Peiqi's face changed, she stepped back, kept retreating, Xiang Hongjie also saw her when she looked up, her arms tightened subconsciously, and Mai Yiyi's red face was completely pressed against his chest.

It's too... It smells good, right?

"Have you two hugged enough?" Mak Dacong really can't watch it.

Save people, save them, hug them like that, what do you want to do!

Xiang Hongjie let go of his hand and said sorry to the girl in his arms.

The girl with a red face, the man with his head down, outsiders can't listen to what they say, but they can make up the beautiful scenes from this picture.

Shi Peiqi saw that the arms that once belonged to her were given to others, her heart was like a knife, and what was even more cruel was that she saw Mai Dacong behind Hongjie, which frightened her into discoloration.

She recognized it, it was the vulgar money she almost married, and the girl Hongjie was holding was Mai Yiyi!

How could he be so cruel, even if she couldn't stand him first, but he couldn't fall in love with her enemy's sister, wasn't this humiliating her?

Shi Peiqi's unhealed glass heart fell to smash again.