Ye Xiaohan is a hard-working kid because the people around him are always educating him tirelessly.
"Let's break up. You should find a man who is more suitable for you than me!" This is what most of Ye Xiaohan's ex-girlfriends said.
"Classmate, please don't hold on. You have to spend countless nights alone. Don't you feel lonely and cold? Find a boyfriend like me. You will definitely be happy." Ye Xiaohan's roommate is a warm-hearted child.
"Xiaohan, I'm not telling you. As far as your condition is concerned, you should quickly pack up and find a man to marry yourself!" What Ye Xiaohan's mother said was so well-intentioned that she burst into tears. "Could it be that Xiaohan, you have really grown up and your wings have become stiff, so you don't listen to your mother anymore? Wow, my mother is so sad."
"Mom, why are you messing around? What benefits did the author give you to frame your son like this?" Ye Xiaohan looked bitter.
"Oh ho ho, I haven't given you any benefits. These are the sincere words of the masses. This is the dedication of love, this is the call of the heart!" The author appeared on the stage (lights, music, flowers, holy shit, none of them)
"Stop pretending to be artistic, you red bean paste bun."
"What, you are the bean paste bun? Your whole family is made of bean paste buns, holy shit."
"Hmm."
"Don't keep humming, you and the pig are the same family! Hey, ah, yo, Sao Nian, the time has come, you should wear it." The author smiled with an unpredictable and kind face (I am sure this is not a threat)
"Ha!!!"