The update is to correct typos and illogical sentences. Those who have read Baozi do not need to read it again.
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Xie Xun: Honey, I'm such a waste, why don't you care about me?
Jiang Dai: Have you paid the management fee?
Xie Xun:......
Jiang Dai: Master, please be a human being!
Xie Xun:? ? ? What are people?
Jiang Dai:......
[The prodigal family is vicious and criticizes the second generation of the rich]
Tang Yishu: Sit down, this reporter wants to interview you.
Jiang Dai: Already seated. In confession, I was wrong Shu Shu. If I had known that I would pass through this crappy book, I would have written you as the heroine.
Take me flying.
Tang Yishu: How do you feel about being in your own big~big~big sadistic story where all the members are BE?
Jiang Dai: I regret that my head hurt. I was so scared that there were no good people in the main character group.
Tang Yishu: How does it feel to be one of the doomed protagonists in your novel?
Jiang Dai: Look at my name, I named it, "I'm going to lead the dog".
Tang Yishu: Have you finished writing this book?
Jiang Dai: A weak heart, a weak body, and a weak kidney...
The four protagonists of the Second Class Secondary School got married young after graduating from college. The young literary and artistic people were passionate and vowed to return to their hometown and town to develop and use their youth to spread their passion.
Jiang Dai: Isn't it hot-blooded? Why has it turned into a bloody one? I wrote it.
It's true that today we hug together to keep warm, and tomorrow I will destroy your job.
Dog blood came along with the thunder.
Tang Yishu: Jiang Dai, are you lazy again?
Jiang Dai: I'm not lazy. My pen is already smoking. I've already submitted my article to newspapers and magazines. I'm sure it will attract more young people in the second grade of middle school. Oh no, it's young people who are aspiring to come to our place for common development.
Xie Xun: Come with me. My father has endless money. How about we work hard and defeat him together?
Jiang Dai: The young master is so sincere, what should I do if I feel a little tempted?
Xie Xun knew that he was a piss-poor, and he couldn't speak without choking. Young Master, he never thought that he would meet an equally matched opponent.
The local aboriginal Crazy Pi met the disguised version of Xiao Crazy Pi wearing a book, and it was too late to meet? Cherish each other? Nothing, he just wanted to keep her by his side and kiss her every day.
Later, Xie Xun could always see such a strange scene: directors, screenwriters, male and female stars, writers, reporters, and his lovely and beautiful wife, sitting in rows in the yard, knitting sweaters!
What are your ideals? What about aspirations? He hangs around his wife all day long, why doesn't he have to go to work?
In order to raise a good wife, Xie Xun, a prodigal son, almost became the king of roll kings. Anyway, I have too much money to spend. I have to accompany my daughter-in-law every day. Whoever likes to roll up will be taken away!
Later, the entire street was gradually occupied by literary and artistic youths. The east side was occupied by pen-holders, and the west side was the painter's village. It has become the most desirable place for contemporary literary and artistic youths.
In 80 and 90, the youth is free and unrestrained, laughing and cursing, having fun in the midst of suffering, falling in love with you, and having no regrets in this life!
Food guide:
1. The characters of the protagonist and supporting characters are not perfect.
2. Imaginary era, purely fictitious.
3. There will be plots such as the love affair between the two.
4. Never cheat, keep updating daily.
The new author has completed the first book "Female Painters of the Eighties". Welcome to collect and read it!
"It's Heartbreaking, He's Crazy and Flirtatious [8090]" is the author's second book. It is still updated daily, no delay, no cheating, feel free to eat, if you like it, click and add it to your collection, bow, bow!
Intention: Passion is to shine, hard work is to generate heat.
