Husband, the conductor despises me again, ugh. A certain Qiao sipped in grievance. A certain Yang understood and said, "You are teasing me again. How old are you this time?" C or d? A certain Joe. . .
Husband, this is my first time in a Western restaurant, and I don't know how to use a knife and fork. "So?" Yang continued to cut his head and cut the steak. Can you give me a pair of chopsticks? Yang still lowered his head, twitching the corner of his mouth and said, "There are no chopsticks here." Oh, cute little Qiao asked cutely, "Can I get a pair of transparent gloves?" Followed by the sound of a metal object falling. . .
Four years later
Lin Qiao faced a certain woman who said he was deeply in love with his former lover, "Okay, are you done yet? Why are you playing Qiong Yao here? If you want to love him, just get out of here in front of me. I don't care who you are, whether I pick off your feet or chop off your legs, what are you doing with me?"
Or four years later
Lin Qiao received a call from her former lover, "Huh? Gastric perforation? Then why are you calling me?" "Okay, for the sake of him being my man, if he dies, I can just take a look. But you pay for the gas."
When we were young and frivolous, we once deeply hurt each other in the name of love. Years later, who would sigh deeply in the middle of the night, shamefully missing the warmth of the past.