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After reading three hundred articles about pursuing a wife, I was suffering from a feeling of grievance and nowhere to vent it. Finally one night, I successfully entered a story about chasing my wife, but my identity was that of the heroine's mother-in-law. On the night of the time travel, I caught up with my daughter-in-law, who was allergic to pollen and had asthma, but my son insisted on letting the secretary who was stung by a bee get into the ambulance first. I took out the mango and stuffed it into my son's mouth. I watched helplessly as his whole body itched and his throat swelled. He opened his mouth with difficulty and asked me: "Mom, what are you doing?" I snorted coldly: "If you don't stab yourself with a knife, you will never know the pain." Sure enough, he pulled the secretary down: "Let me sit in this ambulance first."

I wore a book and was bound to the violent green tea female matching system. The system excitedly told me: "This setting is very exciting! The more you play, the more you earn!" "Isn't it very exciting!" "It's exciting!" I agreed without hesitation, as I had already noticed that those green tea female partners were not pleasing to my eye! Just when I was gearing up and looking for someone, the system prompted: "Oh, I forgot to mention, you are the vicious female supporting character." "Then who is the person you just said you would be happy with?" "It's the female lead."

The bride started a live broadcast and released a PPT of 500 pages of chat records between the groom and I, but the groom and I only exchanged one sentence?