"Are you Zhang Xiaomei?"
"You?"
"I am Zhang Xiaomei."
The two Zhang Xiaomei looked at each other for 60 seconds.
Zhang Xiaomei fell from a building in the city. A few hours ago, she and An Zaiye received their marriage certificate.
"The murderer Zhang Xiaomei killed my wife and children. How can she be allowed to get away with it?"
An Zaiye started the mode of gnashing his teeth and hating him to the bone: "
The first is to make her unemployed; the second is to have nowhere to live; the third is to alienate the couple; the fourth is to completely disappear from City C..."
Rotten pomegranate, Zhang Smei, a wild girl from the countryside,
If he didn't tease, humiliate, bully or retaliate against her for a day, he would feel restless.
Hooligan, ruffian, rogue, thug, punk,
All kinds of conspiracies, all kinds of tricks, all kinds of ways to solve it?
"Are you at a disadvantage? Kiss me back. I'm 100% cooperative."
"You deserve a beating."
"You owe me a kiss."
"Papa" two crisp sounds...
Dark red blood flowed out from the corner of An Zaiye's mouth...
Mops, rolling pins, and kitchen knives are lined up.
"Pomegranate, I would rather be beaten than kiss you. A slap will make my hands tired, and I won't understand the hatred in your heart. Just take one..."
The handsome and picturesque face, with eyes like pearls, teeth like braided shells, full of affection...
"July is at home, August is at home."
"It turns out that you, a little cricket, will starve to death, freeze to death, fight you to death, and I will step on you to death..."
"Pomegranate, do you really want me to die?"
"July, I..."
"I stay indoors in September, but in October crickets come under my... Bed, come to my bed?..."
Intention: