"Meow!"
Putting down the script for tomorrow's broadcast that she was preparing, Hua Qianzhan searched for her pet Mimi in the apartment room. To no avail, I remembered that I had given the cat to my mother to take care of.
Look for your phone instead. That's right! Hua Qianzhan set his cell phone ringtone to the sound of his pet Mimi in a very uncharacteristic manner. Can't find it anywhere. She scratched the messy hair on her head, ran to her phone, dialed the number, and a cat meowed immediately from under the sheets.
After looking at the time display on his phone, it showed that it was 20:46 on Thursday, September 18, 2007. He felt that the glasses on the bridge of his nose had a tendency to slide down. He raised his index finger habitually. After seeing the content of the message on his phone, Hua Qianzhan held up his voice, ran out the door, and yelled hatefully at the door of the apartment next door: "Don't - allow - call - me - flower girl again! Lu Jincao, go to hell." He was going to be furious, extremely annoyed. This was the Nth time in twenty years that Lu Jincao had successfully angered her. Then I heard Lu Jincao's wild laughter, "Haha... Hahaha! I obey! Flower girl!"
The content of the text message was clearly displayed on the phone: "Flower Girl~~, the typhoon didn't come, I'm so sorry!"
The content of the text message was clearly displayed on the phone: "Flower Girl~~, the typhoon didn't come, I'm so sorry!"
Hua Qianzhan knew that Lu Jincao was retaliating for the glass of ice water at noon.
Although the weather is still very hot, it is still very cold to splash ice water on your face!
Conception: