Advance Bravely

Xia Yao took advantage of Xiamu to clean up the study room and sneaked into her bedroom.

Carefully check out the dazzling cosmetics, pick up a bottle and smell it. I don't know if it is a psychological effect or something. Xia Yao always thinks that there is a Yuan vertical smell on this cosmetic bottle. The handcuffs opened the drawer, and it turned out that there was a set of gift boxes that had not been unsealed, with a naked big scorpion icon on it.

This icon was also designed by Xia Yao. Later, it was made into a seal. It was nothing to do with Xia Yao’s book, tablecloth or all the daily necessities with boxes.

Xia Yao’s heart is sour.

He also flipped a small book under the pillow of Xiamu. This small book inherited the function of thirty years ago - poetry. There are only a few of them, all of which were recently created.

The first one - "Longing for Love."

Love still lives in my heart,

Just like the abandoned fire is lurking,

Also destined to be in this quiet late night,

Pick up by a big hand.

Love is an irresistible temptation,

Both the forehead and the heart lose their age,

In the collision between sigh and love,

Spread into a long and long life.

As soon as I saw this topic, Xia Yao took a breath of cold. The fifty-year-old woman, who has a husband and a son, is eager for love without reason? Looking down, "big hand"? Is Mao a big hand? Xia Yaoman’s brain is Yuan Zong’s “tiger pliers”. Then see the words "lost age", full of brains are age difference, age difference!

Also, why is there a "sigh" because I am not happy with my dad? Why do you have a "love"? Who is in love with? How did this "collision" come from? There is no derailment, entangled two paragraphs, how can there be a collision?

Xia Yaozhen thought about it, and Xiamu’s voice suddenly sounded at the door. Xia Yao suddenly became a spirit, and quickly rushed the small book back to Xiamu's pillow.

As a result, Xiamu was only singing and did not enter the house.

Xia Yaogang breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiamu’s voice came in unexpectedly. “I don’t want to want to grow up. I don’t want to grow up when I grow up. I don’t want to want to grow up, I would rather be stupid and stupid. I don’t want me. I don’t want to grow up, I will lose him when I grow up. I love him, love him, how can I fall in love with him..."

I don’t want to grow up... Xia Yao’s heart is a glimpse. I’m singing this song for the age of fashion, you can dare to swear!

Xia Yao did not dare to think again, taking advantage of the summer mother into the bathroom, hurriedly removed from her bedroom.

Before going to bed, Xia Yao called Xia Renzhong.

"Dad..." The tone of the suffering compatriots.

"How do you remember to call me?"

Xia Yao said: "I miss you, I want to ask you how you are doing."

"I am? There is always something that can't be done."

Xia Yao said: "Don't always be busy, but also pay attention to the body." Also pay attention to my mother... Xia Yao's heart secretly reminded.

Xia Renzhong had no sense of worry, and smiled happily at the end of the mobile phone. "Is the mouth so sweet, what bad things are doing?"

Xia Yao’s hand said while playing the sheets: "Why are you mentally motivated and you can’t take care of you?"

"I can't bear it. I am thinking inertia. I have been counted down by your mother. I am a bit persecuted by paranoia."

When Xia Yao heard this, the nerves immediately stretched.

"My mom has counted you again?"

"A few days ago, this journey has not been answered."

Xia Yao shouted in my heart, my relatives! Can you feel a little worried? You are so heartless, and the adaptation of Thunderstorm will be staged in your home!

Xia Yao is insomnia.

At two or three o'clock in the evening, a person turned over and over in bed, and the lights in the room turned off and turned off. Just then, the phone rang. Xia Yao took it up and saw it. It’s not easy to scream in my heart! How many days have you not taken the initiative to make a phone call?

After Xia Yao was connected, his face sank. "What?"

Yuan asked: "Why are you still not sleeping?"

Xia Yao looked sad, "How do you know that I haven't slept yet?"

Yuan Lian did not answer and asked directly: "Is there any space tomorrow?"

"No time!" Two words that are particularly chilly.

Yuan Li said: "How can it be empty? Tomorrow is the weekend."

"I just don't have time!"

You have been drying me for ten days and a half, and want to be so hot with me? No way!

Yuan Lie smashed the ash and his tone was very strong. "In short, you have to make a day off tomorrow."

Xia Yao’s heart is dark and happy, and his attitude is tough and the most loved. Of course, he has to continue to let Yuan Li know that this opportunity is not easy to come by and review his own.

"I said that I don't have time, I don't have time!" Xia Yao continued to scream.

Yuan Lian no longer wastes his tongue and goes straight into the knife.

"Tomorrow accompany your mother to the hospital for an examination, your mother's stomach is not very good, don't use this to remind you of this kind of thing in the future. How old is the child, there is no eyesight recommendation!"

The fire in Xia Yao’s eyes almost lit the whole house, I am doing exercises! ! ! what did you say? You are so arrogant... Xia Yao almost let Yuan mad.

"I didn't hear you talking to you?" Yuan Lian was still fierce with Xia Yao.

Xia Yao’s face was purple, red and purple, and the temper was brewing.

"That's it." Yuan Zong hung up the phone.

When Xia Yaogang was brewing to swear, people flashed, and it was tantamount to another blockbuster that bombed Xia Yao instantly. I haven’t contacted for many days, so I’m so cold-spoken, Xia Yao’s heart is chilling and sorrowful, and she falls asleep into the bed.

Yuan Zong stayed up outside for a while, and during the period he accepted the Xiamu random check. Before the mother-in-law didn't nod her head, she never jumped into the window and offended his son's move. Sincerely, the world can learn from it and do a good job of man. But today, Yuan Li is really a bit unbearable. For a long time, I didn’t have a bed together, and I didn’t see Xia Yao’s little look in my arms.

Especially when he was murdered, he was a little bit guilty.

When Xia Yao’s bedroom was filled with wind, Xia’s eyes opened. I snorted in my heart and knew that you couldn’t help it. Also said that guarding me, who believes? You don't move the thief, you are not surnamed Yuan!

When Yuan Li leaned down and stared at Xia Yao, he clearly saw that his mouth was squatting. I smiled unconsciously, and my hand smashed it on Xia Yao’s big white radish. You can't sleep without murdering you. Are you saying that you are short?

Xiamu put on a piece of clothes and went to the Xia Yao room. She quickly pushed in and walked to the Xia Yao bed. As a result, I saw only one person on the bed, and the bed was firmly fixed. Going to the window again, a tall back is gradually drifting away, and finally disappears in the shadow of the banyan tree.

Xiamu sighed and returned to her bedroom.

The next day, Xia Yao went to the hospital with Xiamu for inspection.

"How do you know that my stomach is not good recently?" Xia Mu knew.

Xia Yao said insincere words, "I am your son, I don't care about you, who cares about you?"

Xiamu’s mouth was raised involuntarily and then asked, “Are you eating at home at noon?”

"Where do I eat at home?" Xia Yao felt that Xiamu’s words were inexplicable.

Xiamu is also a little guilty, but it is well concealed.

"You let Yuan Zong come to eat at home too."

Xia Yao asked differently: "Why let him come?"

Because you don't ask, he will come. Instead of letting Xia Yao know that he was eating Yuan Li’s meal all day at noon, it’s better to let him be Yuan Li’s own.