My refrigerator suddenly became a sperm, saying that my boyfriend would break up with me in seven days. I laughed, turned around, resigned and landed next to him as a secretary. On the first day, I fed him mangoes and heard his heartbeat burst; on the second day, I stuffed him with strawberries and found out that he had been secretly in love with me for three years. The refrigerator lights flashed wildly in anger: "You are cheating!" I sneered: "Shut up, I want him to propose today."
