Southern Expedition
南征
by Pig with No Hope of Losing Weight (减肥无望的猪)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 668 Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Also known as "Southern Conquest and Northern War" It's the wind that moves, the flags that move, the heart of a benevolent person! This is a sweet story about a proud man who falls off the altar and a proud woman who falls into the dust. Men are strong and women are strong. If we don't take the initiative, we won't have a story! ① Nan Zheng has always been the master of being a gentle scholar and a domineering person, and a black lotus behind others. For example, regarding land warfare, the flower of the high mountains, Nanzheng has always adhered to the idea of sympathizing with each other and reaching the same goal through different roads, doing the deeds of "breaking the flowers when they are ready, but not waiting for the flowers to be broken" (strike first to be stronger). It is said that men like gentle and well-behaved little fairies. Nan Zheng pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger to perform affectionate, body touching, deliberate designs, confessions of earthy love words, and direct confessions. But he was directly rejected by Lu, who said lightly, "Same-sex people repel each other." The Southern Expedition is broken and broken, and anything that cannot be conquered means that this thing is not a thing. ② When He and Nan Zheng were surrounded in an alley late at night, Lu Zhan asked in a low and deep voice: "Nan Zheng, have you ever been in a group fight?" The warm breath sprayed on my cochlea, and I blushed. Looking back on my record over the past 18 years, I shook my head, "No." When a certain fat man placed the iron pestle on Nan Zheng's neck again and again. "Bang~" A beautiful over-the-shoulder throw! Nan Zheng kicked the iron pestle away from the ground, stretched out his foot and kicked the fat man on the ground, with a sly and disdainful look on his face: "It's just a matter of three things. I don't like others to point things at me. I don't like to settle accounts after the fall! I will retaliate, and I won't give credit!" Noticing the strange gaze, Nan Zheng suddenly remembered something and turned around to explain to Lu Zhan, "I'm sorry, I don't usually fight in groups, I only fight one on one!" "..." Lu Zhan narrowed his eyelids slightly, was he picking out words? Can you only fight but not fight in groups? ③ It's the 21st century, and Nan Zheng never thought that the drama of taking money and leaving could happen to him. However, it's good to have both money and goods, so everyone can get what they need. Later, even though he was dumped by Nan Zheng for the second time and went to the bar to get drunk, Lu Zhan was still able to poke at the family of three on the screen when facing the woman who approached him, with a doting look on his face: "Me, my daughter, my woman." ④ Five years later, they got entangled again. In order to hide the existence of the child, three glasses of white wine: "Mr. Lu, I'd like to toast you with these three cups! For the first cup, please hold your hand high and let me live." "Second cup, I wish Mr. Lu peace and success and a happy marriage!" "The third cup brings back the past and we owe nothing to each other!" Soon, Lu fully demonstrated his evil paranoia and took advantage of Nan Zheng's weakness. For example, the Nan Zheng bestie group was dismantled: Wu Ying was thrown into confusion by using money and resources, such as coercion and inducement to Shi Ying. For example, Nan Zheng dared to be angry but did not say anything, but smiled when he faced the VIP customers named by the legend for his service: "I wonder what business Mr. Lu wants to consult when he comes here?" Lu Zhan tapped the desktop with his fingertips and said, "I want to make a wealth plan for my daughter." He still wanted to show his daughter's photo. Looking at the photo, it suddenly became clear that it was his daughter and so on. Nan Zheng's beautiful face was eclipsed. ⑤ "Lu Zhan, it's okay for you to live in. We have three stipulations. First, you must not interfere with my education of my children; second, you must listen to me in this home; third, if you have any objections, please refer to Article 2." Lu Zhan nodded, "Yes, yes, but how are you going to tell her that her father, who died heroically and died young, suddenly came back to life?" "Uh..." I didn't expect to have to explain one day, right? Nan Zheng held Waiting in his arms. How should he explain this to a child? Remaining silent, "Wait a minute, Mommy will explain something to you." "He is my biological father, right? This is how TV dramas play out. Mom and dad fall in love, but are separated by the vicious grandma. The pregnant mother lives with the baby, and the father comes to visit... Besides, my uncle and I are so similar, Mommy, you think I'm stupid!" Wait, the child has perfectly inherited the IQ of his parents. I was speechless, "Wait, are you really only 5 years old?" ⑥ The branch had a dinner together. As the central figure in the gossip, Nan Zheng didn't want to be added to the gossip. Nan Zheng looked out the large glass window behind him at the patter of rain. Moments: It's raining + pictures After a while, Lu Zhan called, "Come on down, I'm in the parking lot." When your thoughts are answered, it is really a happy thing. "Why are you here?" "I think "It's raining" and "The plums are ripe" mean the same thing: you miss me. " "I seem to love you even more~" Nan Zheng looked up affectionately at Lu Zhan, who was wiping his hair. Lu Zhan slid the towel he was wiping his hair down to cover Nan Zheng's eyes. Nan Zheng laughed angrily. Is this guy really romantic? Suddenly, "Idiot" came from above his head, and the towel slid down to Nan Zheng's shoulders and neck. Lu Zhan lifted his chin up and kissed her softly. Kissing tenderly and delicately, tracing the peaks of the lips lightly, then turning around to find the exit, lingering... When the plums are ripe, I suddenly know that spring is gone, and I feel deep love. Intention: Only us, never a third person.