Chapter 540: Annoying

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- Sister Lan, there have been a lot fewer orders recently, you have to help make a round of phone calls. I don't have anything to do, I want to learn from you to write a novel, but I can't post anything. Here's my account number and password...... , you can help me take a look and teach me. Come on!

I opened it and looked at it, and it turned out that I had already left a message on my website, and when I didn't return to visit, I actually sent a text message.

The part that shows is like this: Well, my mother said that she came to Beijing and wanted to have a happy life, and I got along very well with Sister Lan, but on Valentine's Day, she fell madly in love with an owl (a stern poor boy), and I also understand that the strange thing is that she and I don't want to be completely separated, that is, the material is provided by me......

The part that doesn't show up is naturally his dream: he raises "Sister Lan" and gives her spiritual freedom.

Because my pen name is four characters, and he also takes four characters, and my first word is "tile", and he is called "gold", and the tile is absolutely over me?

It is said that today's children are precocious and precocious, and I don't think so. I remember that we used to play games in preschool, and when I was in high school, I wrote about the kind of dream love scenes, which were all lakesides and beaches, and the two of us were talking insincerely, and they were very philosophical......

Liangjie and Wei Lin looked under my pillow and interrogated me with a wicked smile. I took out a magazine in Russian and said it was a translation, but they didn't take Russian anyway and couldn't read it. That was before the age of 15. But the current only child is still dreaming in his 20s, and he does not have a realistic and pragmatic spirit.

This post-80s generation is 25 years old and still bored with people, when he was born, I was in college, and his parents asked me to take care of it, I don't know how long I will rely on it. I really can't help them, let alone provoke them.

After the baby pigeon was born, I stopped worrying about the mundane things of the world at all. There's a lot to do, a lot to learn. I was excited to hear the noise of their feeding. It is incredible that a pigeon egg with a big finger can grow several times in a few days.

I continued to write this kind of boring life account to resist the "responsibility and obligation" of working for my husband to earn money. It turned out that he always instructed me to call whoever and whomever he wanted, all of them were his relatives, and he never called me back when he received the money. And if I have something to ask him to help call 500 yuan, he will ask about the purpose, the other party's phone number or something. I said: The account name and account number are correct, the account name "Bai Yang" is a woman with white skin and foreign air. He just had to get someone's phone. In the end, he simply put the money into his pocket, "You are all mine, life is my family's people, death is my family's ghost, not to mention the money earned!"

It seems that as long as the marriage certificate is in his hand, he will not be able to run out of the palm of his hand for the rest of his life. There is really no money to make at all.

He also firmly believes that what I write will be signed by his great name, Mrs. XX, and that it will bring a steady stream of royalty income to their family.

So, after this story is written, I'm going to find other pastimes, and I won't mess around with the website to annoy people. Writing is not a fun thing, my mother said, I comb my hair every day and lose too much hair because of overthinking, if someone else loses like this for two months, I should become bald!