"What are you doing?"
Just when I was addicted to this beautiful pot of chicken soup I made, my phone was suddenly pulled from the back by a pair of hands.
I turned my head and saw that Song Pianran had put on makeup and came out. He was wearing a tailored black suit with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He was standing upright on the stairs one step higher behind me, holding my Mobile phone, squinting to read the words on the screen carefully.
I was so excited that all the hairs on my body stood up, and I jumped up in fright. Qi Guoqing, who was on my knees, rolled down the stairs.
"The only thing I think about and love is him..." Song Pianran just looked at it, and even said it out loud.
—What kind of experience is it to see and read aloud a small paper in the fan circle expressing an idol
-It's like when you are deeply indulged in an elegant concert, you are suddenly stripped naked, and you are only left with a rainbow boxer panties and forced to run around the field three times, with four big characters carved on your back , not "serving the country with loyalty", but "I am a fool".
"Yo, Qi Xiaoyu, are you hiding here to write love poems?"
He raised his eyebrows slantingly, and my unsatisfactory little heart was sick again, thumping twice, and subconsciously retorted: "I didn't! No... You give me your phone!"
"Let me see who you wrote to," he stretched out his arms, and I couldn't reach it no matter how he grabbed it, "Aite-Song, Pian, Ran."
As if struck by lightning, I maintained a strange shape of tiptoe and neck stretched.
The last shy rainbow boxer panties were also cleaned.
His smiling face with eight big white teeth came up to me and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask who Song Pianran is?"
I smiled stiffly.
He pointed out another finger to his nose, widened his eyes and made a surprised expression: "It can't be me?"
I laughed dryly and explained, "I'm working, working."
He smiled happily: "Your job is to think of me and love me?"
Working by his side for two years, I have cultivated to be an excellent actor.
He frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tone was sincere and sincere: "I am an employee and you are the boss, and I am thinking about you and loving you all the time. I think it is the imagination, I hope your star will be brilliant. Love is the love of love, and my admiration for you is like a deep imprint in my heart!"
He nodded solemnly.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
This wave has been very show, try my best.
"What about this?"
He stared at the screen and tilted his head, with big doubts written on his small face, and recited affectionately: "There is no imperfection in his body, he is noble like a god, and the world knelt down at his feet and begged him for mercy. I'll ask the sky and the earth, and then ask myself, what's the meaning of Song Pianran's life without sleep! Song Pianran, if you don't marry me, why don't you kill me!"
This is a daily closed eyes blowing rainbow fart that I posted yesterday.
I didn't expect yesterday, the beautiful rainbow would turn into lightning and thunder, and I was hit in the head and my brain crashed.
Song Pianran waved her phone towards me with a mischievous smile.
I slowly returned to my senses, the tears of shame and remorse had silently drained in my heart.
Youyou heaven, why are you less than me!
He asked: "Is this also the thought of thought, the love of love?"
Sadness flows against the sea.
I replied with grief: "It's wishful thinking, love that doesn't know itself."
The old drama bone Qi Yu was killed by Song Pianran, the fresh meat in the vase.
I lowered my head and reviewed in a heavy tone: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was stupid, really."
- I was wrong, I should have gone back to my hometown to take the civil service exam, and now I have two children.
- I'm so stupid, how can I find such a job with no social insurance and no housing fund with a master's degree in 985.
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad, it's really deserted.
"Where did you go wrong?"
"… "
Where am I going wrong? I just don't know where I went wrong!
Really miserable.
"It's not wishful thinking, and it's not love that doesn't know oneself."
This sentence came from the top of my head.
"what?"
I raised my head sharply, just in time to meet Song Pianran's line of sight, he turned his head unnaturally.
This makeup artist is not good enough, how could she paint Song Pianran's ears so red.
"Haha!" He turned his head and gave me a vicious look, "Why do you have such a big mouth? Imitation of a hippo?"
"Oh."
I quickly closed my mouth.
he:"… "
I:"?"
Him: "Do you understand what I mean?"
I don't understand, but I still have to pretend I understand, so I nodded.
Him: "Huh?"
I hurriedly shook my head again, and stood on tiptoe to put one ear up.
Respectfully, listen to the teaching.
He took a breath, put one hand in his pocket, and tugged at the tie around his neck with the other.
"Meaning, you can continue to imagine me and love me, I allow it, that's right."
He bent over, grabbed my ear, and yelled, "Do you understand this time?"
I really got it this time.
Thinking is thought, not wishful thinking; love is loving love, not ignorant self-love.
A Q version of Song Pianran popped up in my mind, wearing a little swan suit and fluttering around with her wings.
Little Swan Song Pianran curled her lips, her wings slumped on the ground, and muttered aggrievedly: "What's so good about being a civil servant, what's so good about having two children, and what's so good about having five insurances and one housing fund!"
- None of these are good, but Song Pianran is the best.
The little swan Song Pianran flew away happily, and with a wave of its wings, it set off a group of small lemon-yellow bubbles.
"Stupid to die."
This time, it was not Song Pianran, the little swan who spoke, but Song Pianran, the great devil in a black suit.
He put his arms around his chest and looked at me condescendingly: "What are you laughing at?"
As soon as I touched my face, the corners of my mouth were grinning to the bottom of my ears.
"It's ugly." Song Pianran came to a conclusion.
What about me? Don't you have a good laugh yourself? !
"From now on, your Weibo account will be checked by me every day."
He covered his mouth with his hands and chuckled.
"what?"
"Ah what?" Song Pianran tapped on my head with her phone, "It's confiscated!"
I covered my head and looked at him silently, trying to send a light wave of pleading to influence him.
Although this is a professional fan job account, for the sake of convenience, I have used this account to quietly follow a lot of girls in the girl group! I also quietly paid attention to many dating websites such as True Love.com, Lotus.com, etc.!
"What are you looking at? Are you not happy?"
Pray for the light wave to fail.
"I-I-I-I-"
I was struggling to make up a reason to fool him.
"What are you?"
"I need privacy too!"
The only reason to come up with this is the oldest in human history.
I glanced at him, unconvinced.
"What privacy?" He put the phone back in my hand and flicked it on my forehead, "You've also confiscated it."
The author has something to say
As the No. 1 mother of Qi Xiaoyu, I personally agree to pass the "Qi Xiaoyu Confiscation Proposal".
All participants are invited to speak actively and express their opinions.
Deduct 1 if you agree, deduct 2 if you disagree.
Those who agree will receive X10 dog food and X10 sugar; those who disagree will receive X10 for Song Pianran's mockery and X10 for Song Wuyi's flying kick.