Sir, your vest is off!

Of course, to say that Zhou Wenqing is a monster who sells children is to "be spanked by the monster"?

Song Lan hid behind Xu Yun while laughing, "Hey~ I can't hit Zhou Wenqing, just a little bit!"?

Zhou Wenqing said "Chasing" unhurriedly, "Little Song Lan, as long as you don't sleep with me at night or sit with me when you eat, I really can't hit you."

It can be said to be "speaking harshly"? No.1!

What about Song Lan?Not afraid at all, he supported Xu Yun's shoulder and pointed at Zhou Wenqing with one hand, with a completely arrogant attitude, "Look, mom, I just joked with Zhou Wenqing that he is a weirdo , Zhou Wenqing is going to threaten me! He will beat me!"?

Xu Yun couldn't stop laughing, and she had to be a little fierce, "Zhou Wenqing, you are not allowed to touch my daughter-in-law, do you hear?"?

Zhou·has no status·but is willing·Wen Qing decided to find his father to toss the little goldfish together.

The father and son were sitting by the pond, blowing the cold wind. Zhou Wenqing was young and strong, and he wanted demeanor rather than temperature. He wore a windbreaker, leather shoes, suit pants, oh wrong, Zhou Wenqing was wearing the wool shoes he just bought. A little more witty.

Zhou Yi is also a big boss at any rate, but he doesn't see the slightest attitude of a boss at home. If he wants to be more at home, he is more at home—cotton shoes, woolen pants, green leather old cotton jacket, and a leather-covered cashmere hat on his head.

Xu Yun smiled and said to Song Lan while changing her wool shoes: "Look at these father and son, they don't care about each other. It would be an advantage to say that they are strange!"

Song Lan smiled and shook her feet. The woolen shoes on her feet were thick and very warm.

Xu Yun put on her woolen shoes, "Mom is going to work in the back garden, and Lanlan can eat some fruit at home by herself, Ang."?

"Okay!" Song Lan was patted on the head by Xu Yun, and Xu Yun's heart was very soft, thinking that it would be great if Song Lan gave birth to her own child.

? Zhou Wenqing and Zhou Yi fed the fish, Xu Yun played with flowers and plants, and Song Lan didn't have anything to do, so she went to write some words.

——"My husband and I went home to celebrate the New Year together!

In the beginning, I called my husband's parents uncles and aunts. There are many reasons for this, but the most important thing is that I am not used to calling them parents.

Unexpectedly, after I called my uncle and aunt, my husband's parents were just stunned for a moment, and even helped me out, saying that my husband and I didn't have a wedding banquet, and they haven't given the change fee, so it's right to call me uncle and aunt.

To be honest, I was a little dumbfounded, and I was even prepared for their dissatisfaction.

But no, they chose to understand, or in other words, they chose to be kind.

My husband's parents and I have a very deep relationship, so deep that people can't help but sigh that the fate is really wonderful.

My husband's parents are like my own sons and daughters. I have written my ideal fantasies countless times in my articles, imagining what my ideal, my parents, would be like.

Maybe it's serious, maybe it's humorous, maybe it's kind, maybe it's like a friend.

It's very unrealistic, but now I seem to know.

When I slipped to the kitchen, I said I was naughty, but I picked up a piece of freshly fried prawns; it was a group photo in the circle of friends, showing off to my friends, hey, my son bought it for me It is the soup that was served to me first on the dinner table, and the red envelopes are all placed in my hands.

It is tolerance, understanding, caring, and the love of love and affection. They never let you have any burden, do not need you to feel guilty, and are afraid of your rigidity and feeling of guilt.

They will justify their emotions with actions.

They will become sensational and soft because of a "Dad, Mom".

My husband's parents are so nice that I feel that I am too hypocritical and excessive. My husband said that I don't have to force myself, and I don't have to do things that I am not used to or don't like. My uncles and aunts also said that it doesn't matter.

No!Yes, how can I call my parents uncles and aunts?

……

The husband and I have been together for half a year, and the relationship between the husband and the husband has become more and more sweet. I seem to look back more and more, and the husband is also "under the influence of my unremitting efforts", and he has successfully become childish, at least in This is in front of me.

Although, this made me very, very, very satisfied. I can only say that this is a good sign. The less serious he is in front of me, the less "personal design". They completely belong to each other and there is no barrier, right? .

Of course, this is exactly the fly in the ointment, that is, the husband seems to be too "hidden" to me, not because he has a secret from me, but because he, oh, is just too polite to me, keeping everything in his heart, what? Don't say anything, don't say what you like, don't say anything when you're sad, don't say anything about troubles, don't say anything!

I'm afraid that he will hold back something good or bad, so it's impossible to continue like this.

I pulled my husband, we talked, and agreed to be honest with each other.

Therefore, in order to make my husband, a dull gourd with a sawn mouth, become more honest, I made a major decision to say to him every day that I like you, so that he will not always look aggrieved, as if he is afraid that I will not Like the way he gets mad at him.

In fact, why would I be angry with him?It's obviously him, and he bullied me because I like him!

Sometimes my husband even said that I am proud of being favored, mua is a biubiubiu, and I don’t know who is proud of being favored!This childish ghost!

……

I used to think that life was very hard, tiring, boring, and boring. In order to survive, I regarded myself as a robot that could be used to the extreme at will. I didn’t have any lofty ideas. Writing was just to make money, because I only knew how to do it.

When I was in elementary school, the teacher asked us what our dreams were, and I would say that I wanted to be an astronaut and fly to space to find aliens.

When I grow up, they ask me what my dream is. I will think about it, I want to become a chef, so that I can cook for my grandparents.

When I was asked about my dream in middle school, I would be confused at that time. After thinking about it, I might say that I want to be an artist, but I also understand that I can’t be one, so I just said it casually.

When I was in college, I wanted to be a writer because of my major. As you can see, my writing is so-so, and the stories are outrageous and illogical.

After graduating from university, I seemed to have lost my direction and lost my dreams. Every day I lived in a muddle, with nothing to worry about, nor was I worried about, I couldn't find what I really wanted to do, and I didn't know what goals I should have.

How to survive then?After thinking about it, what is easy to achieve and can be recognized by most people?

Oh money.

So I wanted to be a rich successful man, a rich writer.

Met my husband, half of my dream has come true, I am rich, and now I barely have achievements, so I can be considered a writer, right?

But, I'm greedy, and now I have become my husband's husband and my parents' child.

I think, I want to continue to work hard from now on, to be a successful person is to be a happy person. "?

After typing the last character, Song Lan pressed the send button contentedly, and went to read the comments out of habit.

Looking at it, Song Lan felt that the development of the situation was somewhat unexpected.

Why was he hacked?Song Lan almost laughed angrily when she saw the comments, comment as you like, but if you say that his writing is poor, the logic of the story is not rigorous, Song Lan will bear it!

Personal attacks and maliciously scoring low scores, is this tm designation a bit of a cat cake?

——"No.20 Fifth Floor: The opening chapter is plagiarized, and I don't know how to write it later. The sentence in the xx line of Chapter xx is the plagiarized xxxx novel "My Dear Domineering President". There are xxx sentences in chapter xx, you can change a novel written by others so hard that it becomes your own? Didn’t your mother teach you not to steal things? Do you want to bface? Shame on you, plagiarism and plagiarism, the whole family will die! Let me spit it out! There are still people who praise this kind of rubbish author. The style of writing before is not the same as it is now? No one doubts whether someone else has been hired to write it? I thought I insulted the ghostwriter, and almost forgot that Ning was pure plagiarism! Vomit!"

——"No.30 25th Floor: Totally agree with the 1th Floor's point of view. It's hard not to suspect that this is not written by the same person because the style of painting has changed so quickly! I also wrote No.1 and said, vomit, it's really not at all The sense of substitution is so disgusting, No.[-] said it’s really disgusting! I still can’t touch my husband, if there is a real husband, what kind of unlucky this gentleman will be! Seeing so many SB-like flattering comments and others I feel sad for you all for rewarding. How many times has this author replied to you? You treat him like a god, so like a dog, you use him as a gun, and you go to hate us. It has been posted for Ning Is a comment supporting Ning and saying something? Wake up! One-dimensional overlords are not as worthy of pursuit as three-dimensional people’s heroes!"

——"The eighth floor of 430th floor: Plagiarism, death, death... Plagiarism is bound to be muddled... Plagiarism is not easy to die... Plagiarism dogs are worthy of eating qu from the roadside trash can!!! I want to be killed by you Plagiarism wife, justice!!! If there is an avalanche, I must be one of the snowflakes! Die!"

As you go down, more and more people are brought into the rhythm. Some of them are fan readers at the beginning. After reading these comments, they believed them to be true, but these comments made people feel even more sad and hopeless. Accusations and doubts are far more serious than abuse. It makes people feel the pain of being delayed.

Fans who supported and believed in Song Lan fought hard to suppress these floors, but there were still a few of the earliest messages that were pushed to the front maliciously. Song Lan's heart beat faster, as if blood was jumping to the top of his head, about to break through the restraint. There was no other sound in the room, it was all electric current and lingering noises, which made Song Lan breathless, and slapped his head with his hands desperately, trying to make those sounds go away!

Song Lan's eyes began to turn black, and the voice followed like a shadow, as if it was going to tear Song Lan in two, one half was heaven and the other was whispers.

Those "voices" drove Song Lan almost insane. She threw herself on the ground and struggled vigorously until Song Lan fainted from panic and heart palpitations.

"Song Lan!"

[The author has something to say: words of praise can be blurted out, words of slander, think twice before acting. 】