Everyone has weaknesses, and my weakness is Fu Tianchen. Shu Jiong
Qu He's "You can't let him go" directly killed me back to my dying state.
Zhen Xiaozhu, who is always domineering and disdainful of the heroes, stopped cooking as soon as he met Fu Tianchen.
I played with the wallet in my hand, stroked the cruel handmade bamboo pattern on it, and sighed faintly:
"But he will get married tomorrow."
He didn't care much, and squinted his eyes unpredictably:
"Girl, I have a word in Great China called... Good things are hard to come by."
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The afternoon sun brings the laziness somewhat different from the early spring in China, and the bright summer is sent in from the window by the refreshing wind.
The man who took me here and then looked at the file himself, at this moment finally noticed my bitter look in my eyes, and looked up:
"Something?" The eyebrows are soothing, the voice is gentle, and the anger that makes people's stomach can only be held back to poke a bruise!
A breath of blood surged, and this evil animal actually asked me if I was okay? !
I clenched my teeth for half a minute, and "pop-" the English-Chinese dictionary in my hand was patted hard by me, so I thought I was better than others, and I was the only one to surrender in front of this man. !
"Hey!" With my hands on the table, I leaned down and looked into his calm and unwavering eyes, but it was only two seconds before my arrogance disappeared, and my voice dropped several decibels:
"Ahem... I mean... I need to know the detailed plan."
In my heart, I silently despise my own bullying and fear of hardship. This person's eyes seem to be thin, but in fact it is deep and incomprehensible. It happens to be the type that Zhen Xiaozhu is the least good at coping with, except for Fu Tianchen's weakness!
As I was thinking, I suddenly felt something strange on the back of my hand. I subconsciously lowered my head and saw that he lowered his eyes slightly, holding a blue pen in his hand, and was writing very seriously.
"You... What are you doing?" Scared, the art of carving doesn't mean playing with human hooves like this, right? !
"Qu He," he raised his head to meet my gaze, his thin lips stained with a smile, and his expression as if I swallowed stool was very funny, and he emphasized it again, "Qu He, my name."
I stared at the terrible mark on the back of my white hand, and finally broke out with a roar:
"Labor and management control you Quhe Qumai!!!"
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The volume was louder, and compared with the howl in front of Fu Tianchen’s villa in the morning, it could be called an inferior one. So, the conscientious doorman came and knocked on the door, obviously to ask if there was anything to help. Seeing my face flushed, and when I looked like anger or anger, I left with a sense of anger.
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I looked up at the ceiling forty-five degrees with innocent corners.
I hope that those who read the article can maintain a good mood. (*^__^*)