When our arrogant Miss Xinyue met the eldest young master of the Ming family who deceived the heavens and the earth, heaven and earth said: The baby did something wrong~
When our actor brothers Acheng met the vase actress who didn't know what acting was in the 21st century, the character said: Can they still act well~
When the young master of the Ming family, who was not afraid of anything, got into trouble with the two sisters-in-law of his younger brother Youfang, Lou Cheng said: In the Ming family, we, the wives, still have the final say!
This article is dedicated to setting the rhythm aside, making it more relaxed, a little more happy, and a little more complete.
Reader comments
Looking at it this way, it looks like Mr. And Mrs. Smith hahahahahaha
The next door was locked [crying] [crying] It was really locked suddenly. It's a very interesting book [crying]
Happy! ! It's back! !
Jin Lili, please don't die.
Please keep writing, madam.
How's the painting going? Is it astringent?
Oh my god, this article was written seven years ago! Why is it suddenly clamped?
I thought I could drive. Woohoo.
When will you update? !
! After reading the last chapter, I just made a wish to see more of Su Yucheng... At the beginning... It came true? ! !
When will this article be updated? (? ?д?)
Sorry, um, the two frames behind the eggs are supposed to be white flour with the flour removed.
I can't help but read Wuwu again. I hope I can read even a follow-up chapter in my lifetime. Of course, I first wish my wife all the best!
Watching it again, it's still sad, or sadder. Except for "Yong'an Diao", this is another book that I dare not read again after reading it. I saw readers asking why the author would write such a book before. I found that I had almost forgotten about it, so I read it again. When I was young, there were always various reasons why. Later I found that even things I couldn't understand, didn't like, or even resisted have become so normal. Just like a long time ago, I was very repelled by "The Deer and the Cauldron". In the past two years, I finally felt that I was not so repelled, and I was even willing to try to understand it. After reading it, I felt that Wei Xiaobao's film was quite good. Although Qiao Feng has always been my idol, and still is, it is just too tragic and too hard. As a little ant, it is good to be as witty and smooth as Wei Xiaobao. At least it can make myself live a happier life. Unfortunately, it can only be a sigh. When Qiao Qiao saw Xiaoxiao finally being with Xu Nanzheng, she cried empathetically. She said something to the effect of: Don't say you don't have empathy in this world, it can only mean that you don't have real friends. It hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head. A while ago I was lamenting that the word "empathy" is a romantic and false proposition. I firmly believe that in this world, there are no substitutes for happiness and suffering. Empathy is at most just a kind of similar experience or a resonance of comparing our hearts. Otherwise, there would not be the sigh of "exchange my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply." When I saw this sentence in the article, I realized that it was probably because I had always been lonely and friendless. Thirty years of life, coming and going alone, wandering again and again, not knowing where to go. When I read articles or read Weibo, I always resisted making comments, for fear that my words would be too self-righteous and unflattering, or that I might reveal a neurotic chatterbox that would be too annoying, just like now. But after enduring it for a long time, I couldn't help but find an outlet to vent, so I hid here in a relatively safe place, treating it as a tree hole, being a shameless keyboard warrior, breaking jars, and comforting myself that no one knew me anyway. Okay, let me despise myself. I am very grateful to the author. Whenever I am homeless, in addition to poems and the TV series "Nirvana in Fire", these articles accompany me. Thanks again! Also apologize, I'm sorry!
Looking at it this way, it looks like Mr. And Mrs. Smith hahahahahaha
The next door was locked [crying] [crying] It was really locked suddenly. It's a very interesting book [crying]
Happy! ! It's back! !
Jin Lili, please don't die.
Please keep writing, madam.
How's the painting going? Is it astringent?
Oh my god, this article was written seven years ago! Why is it suddenly clamped?
I thought I could drive. Woohoo.
When will you update? !
! After reading the last chapter, I just made a wish to see more of Su Yucheng... At the beginning... It came true? ! !
When will this article be updated? (? ?д?)
Sorry, um, the two frames behind the eggs are supposed to be white flour with the flour removed.
I can't help but read Wuwu again. I hope I can read even a follow-up chapter in my lifetime. Of course, I first wish my wife all the best!
Watching it again, it's still sad, or sadder. Except for "Yong'an Diao", this is another book that I dare not read again after reading it. I saw readers asking why the author would write such a book before. I found that I had almost forgotten about it, so I read it again. When I was young, there were always various reasons why. Later I found that even things I couldn't understand, didn't like, or even resisted have become so normal. Just like a long time ago, I was very repelled by "The Deer and the Cauldron". In the past two years, I finally felt that I was not so repelled, and I was even willing to try to understand it. After reading it, I felt that Wei Xiaobao's film was quite good. Although Qiao Feng has always been my idol, and still is, it is just too tragic and too hard. As a little ant, it is good to be as witty and smooth as Wei Xiaobao. At least it can make myself live a happier life. Unfortunately, it can only be a sigh. When Qiao Qiao saw Xiaoxiao finally being with Xu Nanzheng, she cried empathetically. She said something to the effect of: Don't say you don't have empathy in this world, it can only mean that you don't have real friends. It hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head. A while ago I was lamenting that the word "empathy" is a romantic and false proposition. I firmly believe that in this world, there are no substitutes for happiness and suffering. Empathy is at most just a kind of similar experience or a resonance of comparing our hearts. Otherwise, there would not be the sigh of "exchange my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply." When I saw this sentence in the article, I realized that it was probably because I had always been lonely and friendless. Thirty years of life, coming and going alone, wandering again and again, not knowing where to go. When I read articles or read Weibo, I always resisted making comments, for fear that my words would be too self-righteous and unflattering, or that I might reveal a neurotic chatterbox that would be too annoying, just like now. But after enduring it for a long time, I couldn't help but find an outlet to vent, so I hid here in a relatively safe place, treating it as a tree hole, being a shameless keyboard warrior, breaking jars, and comforting myself that no one knew me anyway. Okay, let me despise myself. I am very grateful to the author. Whenever I am homeless, in addition to poems and the TV series "Nirvana in Fire", these articles accompany me. Thanks again! Also apologize, I'm sorry!
Ah ah ah ah, little Georgie is doing well.
The big devil is actually a little boy at heart