No volume!When a celebrity is black on the internet, how can there be any fragrance in farming?

So I just say don’t be too outrageous!
However, it is still unknown whether I will actually work at the company and make dumplings with my colleagues during the Chinese New Year this year.

Lu Qiao complained a few words and then went back, not wanting to be a giant light bulb.

It’s still the kilowatt kind!
Xiao Zhe slightly held Gu Xi's hand back and looked at her closely with his lower eyes. His eyes were as thick and dark as the sky was dark, but the light underneath was so shining, and the people reflected in the light were like treasures. .

Gu Xi took a step forward and buried her forehead on his chest. She said nothing and he didn't ask.

Everything was so tacit and natural.

The mood between the two people has already reached the same level, and they can know each other's thoughts with just one movement, look or anything else.

Three minutes passed quietly.

Gu Xi then raised his head, staring at Xiao Zhe with his dazzling eyes and smiling: "Does it feel familiar?"

Xiao Zhe's fingertips touched her dark hair, his lowered eyes slightly raised, and he responded softly: "Yes, very familiar."

How can we not be familiar with actions that have been repeated thousands of times?

Gu Xi pursed her lips and smiled: "Do you like it?"

"like."

He said without hesitation, these are candied dates, the very sweet kind.

Gu Xi just smiled brighter, and the two of them stood outside with their fingers intertwined, undisturbed.

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"Wang Wang Wang~~"

The brainless and unhappy babies were screaming loudly, and everyone was hungry.

Jiang Yiyang clicked on the feeding machine for furry children, and soon their small bowls were filled with their own food.

After that, Jiang Yiyang walked into the kitchen again and took off the lid of the pot. There was bubbles inside, and the pot of porridge was almost burnt.

Put the chopped meat and mustard greens in, pour in the oil, sprinkle in salt, stir and then pour in the soy sauce.

After a while, the aroma of lean meat and mustard porridge filled the air.

Jiang Yiyang turned down the heat and slowly warmed it for a while.

Pushing open the glass door of the kitchen, he turned around and entered the master bedroom. He reached out and scooped up the girl in his arms: "Little lazy cat, get up and have breakfast."

Song Qi was lying on the bed wearing yellow pajamas, her dark hair was loosely spread out, her fair face wrinkled slightly, and she pouted: "I'm so sleepy~ I'll sleep for a while."

"Miss Writer, who said you should write well and then take care of me, huh? Did you forget so soon?" Jiang Yiyang had a gentle smile on his lips and couldn't help but put a little pressure on her.

Song Qi kicked her legs, as if she wanted to kick someone, but she didn't.

It seemed that he was stimulated by the language. He opened his eyes and sat up with a look of despair. He recalled that he had been drinking because of plagiarism a few days ago, and he spoke out his innermost thoughts without any shame.

On the second day after the plagiarism started to ferment, Jiang Yiyang came to her home, and the two comforted each other and finally felt better.

Song Qi sat on the sofa and took a few bites of potato chips.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. He raised his chin and said to Jiang Yiyang: "It's too late. Are you going back?"

The two had only been in love for a few months. When Song Qi said these words, the tips of her ears were red and her cheeks were on fire, for fear that someone would think wrong.

Unexpectedly, someone said something very serious: "I will accompany you these days."

Song Qi raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were moved but also complicated. Her lips moved slightly and she blurted out: "Drink some wine with me." "Okay, I think you will have some strong wine in the refrigerator." Jiang Yiyang tilted his head, his harmless face full of sunshine.

He took out the wine inside, placed it on the table, pulled the ring, and bubbles spurted out.

Song Qi took it and raised her head to take a sip. She had also drank this wine before. One bottle was fine, but drinking too much would make you easily drunk.

After taking two sips, he lowered his head dejectedly: "I don't know if this incident will have any impact on my pen name."

The pen name of the author is the guy who eats, just like the weapons in the hands of soldiers on the battlefield, they must not be disarmed and surrendered.

"Why do you ask that?" Jiang Yiyang's eyes dimmed.

"My pen name has been with me for many years and I have written many books. If I am criticized because of this incident, many people may only stop at the one-sided "understanding" and "observation" of what I write in the future. The book reminds me of it. Isn’t this the ID of the author who said he plagiarized some book? Why is it her? It’s unlucky that I won’t read it.”

Song Qi depicts the reader's inner expressions in a lifelike manner.

This is also the current situation of people who eat melons today. After eating it, there is no way to tell whether it is genuine or fake. It is absolutely impossible to take a second bite of this melon, because there will be countless other melons to eat, so why eat the first melon again?
It was just a small fight scene.

However, her pen name is, to some extent, firmly synonymous with the word "plagiarism".

This is also a result she doesn't want to see.

"What are you afraid of? In the future, if we win the lawsuit, we will publicize your victory. You will let people in the streets know that some people are born with malicious intentions, so don't pay attention to them." Jiang Yiyang comforted him. This is what he said. From now on, Will definitely do so.

"Hmm..." Song Qi raised her head and poured wine, one bottle weighing one kilogram.

Jiang Yiyang opened another bottle for her. I don't know how the girl's drinking capacity is. Isn't this just drinking to relieve her worries? So let's do it.

He had time to give her some time to sort out the drunken scene.

Song Qi raised her eyelids and looked at Jiang Yiyang, only to feel that the person in front of her was a little crooked. She shook her head, took a sip and then said: "Jiang Yiyang, what I have worked hard for now is not just my love, it is me." All in one day for ten years.”

She opened her hands as if she were holding everything in her arms, holding them carefully.

"I'm just afraid that it will break at any moment." Her voice gradually became much softer, with a hint of crying.

The dream she persisted in, and what she persisted in after achieving success was still the dream she wanted to realize.

Because it is a dream, it is lofty and unreachable. In the end, it can be realized, and then there is an even bigger dream.

And these dreams are closely related and closely connected.

All are conceived from the first, one after another.

Song Qi feels that it is amazing that she can fulfill these dreams one by one in her life.

Who would have known that one day, the bullet that planted this dream would finally hit her between the eyebrows.

Then he was covered in bruises.

"It's not broken. Even if it is broken, we can still pick it up one by one and put it back together." Jiang Yiyang looked down at her, and she was sitting there, weak and helpless, declaring her precious dream.

"I know it won't break. As long as I have it in my heart, it will always exist." Song Qi wiped away her tears and drank with her mouth flattened.

"Later, I met you, oh my God, how could I have such a lovely, sunny and upright younger brother? Then I fell in love without knowing it, and I also had the urge to work hard to make money and take this younger brother home. Okay! I didn’t expect that you actually have more money than me! Tell me, should you be beaten?

Good night~