Chapter 808: Sales Pitch (33)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

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It was 159 people killed, the plane was actually broken into two sections, and 7 of them escaped through the cracks.

Extremely hateful people will force others to travel thousands of miles to visit, and I said that the kind of reason that can be found is persecution, such as reporting life events such as marriage and critical illness, which makes people embarrassed.

When my mother was young, it was called human nature, and she didn't need to be told by others to rush to her. But in the year I gave birth, she completely changed, and actually said in front of her relatives, "I won't pee in the direction of your house in the future." It is estimated that this is the symptom of menopause.

I hope that I will never get into a conflict with someone in words, and if there is any dissatisfaction, just like a netizen, say to strangers on the Internet, "I'm in a bad mood, let's have a fight with you".

I hope no one invites me as someone who has to witness their big moments. This is my sincere apology after my critically ill family reported that it affected a person's career. I refuse to allow anyone to visit me and do not contact anyone for this reason.

The distance of the Internet is very secure, especially now, so safe that no one will believe you when you tell the truth, and if you say crazy things, people will think that your number has been stolen, and if you pretend to commit suicide, thousands of people will come to care.

In the past, men thought that women were too nagging, but now they say: Is it enough to talk to your lover on the Internet, and you don't bother to say a word to me?

This is very good, there is no conflict but there is a sense of crisis, and men don't dare to speak too presumptuously.

In the past, I had to put the food on my own plate before eating it, otherwise I would say proudly, "Why should I marry you? Isn't it just to feel at home?

Now, when I bought the food myself, I put the plastic bag on the plate and started eating it, and said with a hippie smile: "This saves washing, so let's eat it while it's hot!"

I also have to check whether the scars on his body are healed, and provoke new ones in time to prevent him from forgetting the pain when the scars are healed. Men are so cheap!

Last night a chick was sick, and the strongest of them all, flew onto the platform of the pigeon, ate too much of the pigeon's food, and kept moaning.

At first, I thought it was the little white pigeon. The husband put the little white pigeon in a large cardboard box in the sunroom, hoping that they could hatch a pair of babies without disturbance.

Later, I couldn't listen to it anymore, so I took a flashlight to look at it, and found that Guan was not a pair of white pigeons at all, but a white and a gray. I don't know what kind of trick he's going to do.

I saw that they each occupied a corner and ignored each other.

The window was open, the wind was strong, and the chick was moaning in the wind, not at all like to fly.

I moved the carton with the chicks to a sheltered place, filled it with a straw, watched it pull out the poop, and went back to sleep. Chicks are very hot and should be fed with yeast flakes in water. However, I was so sleepy that I went to bed without washing my hands.

I think that if it weren't for Hei Mi Zhima, if it were another woman, she would have died of bird flu a long time ago. Perhaps, subconsciously, my husband just wants me to die of bird flu as soon as possible, so he wants to raise chickens and pigeons, right?

When you get up in the morning, feed the chicks yeast water, it looks like it's dying, this kind of is called bold!

Look at the original one who almost starved to death, it was still very hypocritical, not staying on the ground, but flying up the fence and squatting like a pigeon.