Chapter 116: **'s Love (5)

(5) My age

Is that the black Mi Zhima of 800 years ago?

For eight hundred years, the eldest daughter of Wariva Confucianism was the daughter of the god of the sea??

I am the only one who is blessed by Lugu Lake, because my mother is of Han nationality???

No one would believe that I had seen the rise and fall of eight hundred years, and after every concussion, I gave up my earthly desires and left only eight hundred years of literary history.

My high school and college classmates said they didn't recognize me, and I was at a loss for what they said. My classmates in the writers' class still thought of me as cute Little Red Riding Hood, but it was common for them to write 10,000 words a day, and I didn't fit in with them.

I don't know what else you want to know, or are you starting to wish I wasn't playing myself?

Dear Feng, have you calculated my age from my article? Don't you dare to count it at all, sue you, I'm twenty years old...... Hehe, rejoice?...... I don't lie to you...... It's the second 20 years old in my life!

Why are you unhappy, why do you say that you know that I have changed people, and think that I will change to a 20-year-old person for online dating? Look at the footprints you left in the past, who can replace you?

Still unhappy, afraid that I will have a second 21-year-old, 22-year-old, 23-year-old...... The third 20-year-old? Am I really that?

Worried about Mr. Bei? Oh, I'm not worried, he is very impatient when he watches "Soul and Soul Feud", he is not interested in things that generally don't make money, he never does things that can be solved by money, his blog hires someone to write, and he hires someone to top my blog.

He probably doesn't know that my blog has turned into a love letter. Bei Xiaozi said that his father asked him to learn a little, and when he bought a good TV, he fixed his wife who was riding around the street on the sofa, and spent 120 yuan on a broadband monthly fee, and transferred his wife to the computer.

Suddenly so sad, are you now unable to read me write about misfortune or happiness? So what am I writing? I know that what I write has changed from encouraging you to torturing you, and it is just a nonsense made up to keep you.

I did lose four of my partners, maybe my colleague. However, after I retired, my colleagues said that they were even more afraid to go without someone like me who was blessed by the gods. **When the earthquake occurred, some people resigned and didn't do it, but they were not party members, they were people who, like me, wrote countless ideological reports and did not pass the political review.

I don't regret it at all. In the year of not being confused, a considerate husband can't wait to even and pee for me, and a considerate lover is not afraid of other people's jokes to swipe the screen every day to make me happy, ah, I am really the happiest woman in the world!

Are you sad again, you have to sing "Leave a qiē and go to heaven" in such a strange voice? Do you mean lied or used to the prettiest eyes?

Oh, I love your singing voice so much, I really want to kiss your Adam's apple.