Young and frivolous is a symbol of an era, it represents passion and is filled with erections
Although I think I am still low-key, I was a little proud after all. From the day when I filmed Du Xiáng in public, I planted the root of disaster for myself. Wang Cheng's inner hatred and Du Xiáng's revenge are all factors that make me repay.
Since that day, I was obsessed with chatting for a while. I think it is a pleasant thing for people from all over the world to get together to talk about themselves or others. The chat room I was mingled with is also quite distinctive. Its name is: Forty-someone.
I also forgot how I got in. One day I wandered around in various chat rooms and unknowingly got into that room. It was quite popular. There were basically 200 people. Seeing that the content they talked about was basically a problem faced by people in their forties. I didn't speak at first, but just squatted there silently and watched them say that their wives and husbands are so bad, how their children are so troublesome, how immoral this society is so immoral
It was not until a man named Cang Yue had a private chat with me that I started speaking in that chat room. She told me that she was 38 years old and had two children.
Zi’s mother, I told her that I am thirty-six. I am currently having no children and no children. I am very surprised by my own psychology, and even more surprised by her language. It is something I have never thought of being able to chat with a thirty-eight-year-old woman for three hours. During this period, we talked a lot. I was helpless to find that my mentality or some of my views were surprisingly similar to her. Does this mean that my mentality is too aging or does it mean that she is relatively low in mental age?
No matter what, we were very obsessed with chatting, and after we went offline, we felt a little reluctant. It was not for her, but for that feeling, the feeling of completely opening the heart and letting others see it.
In the following days, in addition to eating, sleeping and having sex, I handed over most of the time to that chat room. Not only did I chat with Cang Yue, but I also talked to many people. Whether men or women, the mistress discovered this phenomenon and called me a pervert, saying that I could chat with people in my forties so happily. I said that I was called experiencing the hardships of being a father in advance.
During those days I became an administrator because I typed faster. When I was with their middlemen, my speed of more than 100 words per minute was the fastest. Because of this, I often chatted with three or four people at the same time and remained calm. At the beginning, I was quite honest. Apart from my age, I didn't tell much lies. After two days, I became unscrupulous and lies came. I found that there were many young women in their thirties. They were happy to talk to me when they saw that I was more active. After chatting, I almost talked about something wrong.
A week later, three women asked to come to Qingdao to find me. I told them that I was a physical education teacher at a school in Qingdao. My figure was based on my own standards. This may have tempted them. They sent me photos and left me a phone number, saying that I hope I could call them on a night when their husbands were gone. I immediately understood the psychological process of the lonely young woman in countless novels of the Aiying series I have read. After thinking about it, I was sweating all over. If I had a strong desire and two had no control, wouldn't it be gone.
I tried every reason to avoid the problem of leaving a phone call. From those days, I felt that I didn't need to get involved in this chat room. I dug too many holes and couldn't even bury it. Later, I resolutely deleted the chat room, and I forgot the people inside. Except for a few easy-to-remember names, I couldn't remember what others talked to me and said. Lies are always easy to forget. I only know that I spilled out all the displeasure in my heart in those days.
I feel good, I will do anything
I was going to reorganize the mountains and rivers, turn the annoyance between me and Yingying into my motivation to make money, and call the mistress Bai Kai and the others to discuss it. They said they were not very interested and helped if they needed it. Of course it was paid. I immediately felt a lot of contempt for these two scums. If I said I would give money first, these two guys would definitely raise their heads and rush to the ground.
I spent a few days studying the plans I was preparing for next step. I was no longer interested in socks, and I didn't think about what I wanted to sell for.
I chose an afternoon to make an appointment with Qin Chu to go out for a walk. Women should know more about this.
The two were chatting and strolling on the street. I was used to others staring at Qin Chu and then squinting their eyes at me. According to the traditional Chinese way of thinking, Qin Chu should be next to him with a handsome guy with a coquettish hairstyle and a peerless face. The fact is this: a beautiful woman with an arm around her is like a very ordinary character. If you have to tell me what the difference is, it is that he is a little gentle, but more of a bad body.
I once asked Qin Chu, am I so unpolite? Qin Chu smiled like a flower. She said, "Don't defile those two characters, it looks a bit honest. In fact, you are more harmful than anyone else."
After strolling outside for an afternoon, I also visited all major markets and supermarkets. This is an experience I have never had before. I was so tired that I fell asleep while sitting on a wooden chair by the side of the road. Qin Chu woke me up after I was almost asleep. It was evening when I opened my eyes. The first thing I did when I woke up was to find the toilet. I didn’t know when my stomach started to boil. When I opened my eyes, I felt the back door was tight and my abdomen was in chaos.
Fortunately, there was Li Qun next to him. He briefly explained to Qin Chu that the situation was like running into the toilet with his stomach and bombarded him. He suddenly felt light and felt like he had become an immortal. In front of him, he saw Tang Monk in a daze.
After I fell from the sky, I found a very heavy problem: I didn't bring the paper. I was stunned for a while and thought for a while and found a more heavy problem: There was not even a slightly cleaner piece of paper in the trash can. Who would wipe her butt so cleanly?
I sat on the toilet with my hands on my cheek and thought for a long time to ask for help. I called the mistress and asked him what to do if he encountered this situation. The mistress pondered and said that he had wiped it with his pants, and I felt it was unreliable.
I called Bai Kai again, and Bai Kai said depressedly: I feel even more unreliable when I use my hands to snatch it and wash it again.
So I called someone else, and within those few minutes I got more unreliable answers, some used money to wipe, some used cigarette boxes to scrub, some used it for secondary use by picking up slightly cleaner paper from the wastebasket next to me, and the most vivid thing was that I rubbed my butt on the door.
Their vulgar methods are not suitable for glorious people like me. Just as I was frowning and trying to find a solution, I suddenly felt a glorious, because there was a small advertisement selling arms on the door panel in front of me. The self-adhesive sticker I didn't pay attention to in the past was so beautiful in front of me. I was moved and tears filled my eyes. I stretched out my fingers and slowly took my nails and clenched them down carefully, for fear of cutting a little to affect the area.
Half an hour later, I walked out of the toilet with my legs trembling. Thirty minutes of physical and mental torture made me feel vicissitudes. When I saw Qin Chu wiping his hands with a tissue, I almost cried.
Although I think I am still low-key, I was a little proud after all. From the day when I filmed Du Xiáng in public, I planted the root of disaster for myself. Wang Cheng's inner hatred and Du Xiáng's revenge are all factors that make me repay.
Since that day, I was obsessed with chatting for a while. I think it is a pleasant thing for people from all over the world to get together to talk about themselves or others. The chat room I was mingled with is also quite distinctive. Its name is: Forty-someone.
I also forgot how I got in. One day I wandered around in various chat rooms and unknowingly got into that room. It was quite popular. There were basically 200 people. Seeing that the content they talked about was basically a problem faced by people in their forties. I didn't speak at first, but just squatted there silently and watched them say that their wives and husbands are so bad, how their children are so troublesome, how immoral this society is so immoral
It was not until a man named Cang Yue had a private chat with me that I started speaking in that chat room. She told me that she was 38 years old and had two children.
Zi’s mother, I told her that I am thirty-six. I am currently having no children and no children. I am very surprised by my own psychology, and even more surprised by her language. It is something I have never thought of being able to chat with a thirty-eight-year-old woman for three hours. During this period, we talked a lot. I was helpless to find that my mentality or some of my views were surprisingly similar to her. Does this mean that my mentality is too aging or does it mean that she is relatively low in mental age?
No matter what, we were very obsessed with chatting, and after we went offline, we felt a little reluctant. It was not for her, but for that feeling, the feeling of completely opening the heart and letting others see it.
In the following days, in addition to eating, sleeping and having sex, I handed over most of the time to that chat room. Not only did I chat with Cang Yue, but I also talked to many people. Whether men or women, the mistress discovered this phenomenon and called me a pervert, saying that I could chat with people in my forties so happily. I said that I was called experiencing the hardships of being a father in advance.
During those days I became an administrator because I typed faster. When I was with their middlemen, my speed of more than 100 words per minute was the fastest. Because of this, I often chatted with three or four people at the same time and remained calm. At the beginning, I was quite honest. Apart from my age, I didn't tell much lies. After two days, I became unscrupulous and lies came. I found that there were many young women in their thirties. They were happy to talk to me when they saw that I was more active. After chatting, I almost talked about something wrong.
A week later, three women asked to come to Qingdao to find me. I told them that I was a physical education teacher at a school in Qingdao. My figure was based on my own standards. This may have tempted them. They sent me photos and left me a phone number, saying that I hope I could call them on a night when their husbands were gone. I immediately understood the psychological process of the lonely young woman in countless novels of the Aiying series I have read. After thinking about it, I was sweating all over. If I had a strong desire and two had no control, wouldn't it be gone.
I tried every reason to avoid the problem of leaving a phone call. From those days, I felt that I didn't need to get involved in this chat room. I dug too many holes and couldn't even bury it. Later, I resolutely deleted the chat room, and I forgot the people inside. Except for a few easy-to-remember names, I couldn't remember what others talked to me and said. Lies are always easy to forget. I only know that I spilled out all the displeasure in my heart in those days.
I feel good, I will do anything
I was going to reorganize the mountains and rivers, turn the annoyance between me and Yingying into my motivation to make money, and call the mistress Bai Kai and the others to discuss it. They said they were not very interested and helped if they needed it. Of course it was paid. I immediately felt a lot of contempt for these two scums. If I said I would give money first, these two guys would definitely raise their heads and rush to the ground.
I spent a few days studying the plans I was preparing for next step. I was no longer interested in socks, and I didn't think about what I wanted to sell for.
I chose an afternoon to make an appointment with Qin Chu to go out for a walk. Women should know more about this.
The two were chatting and strolling on the street. I was used to others staring at Qin Chu and then squinting their eyes at me. According to the traditional Chinese way of thinking, Qin Chu should be next to him with a handsome guy with a coquettish hairstyle and a peerless face. The fact is this: a beautiful woman with an arm around her is like a very ordinary character. If you have to tell me what the difference is, it is that he is a little gentle, but more of a bad body.
I once asked Qin Chu, am I so unpolite? Qin Chu smiled like a flower. She said, "Don't defile those two characters, it looks a bit honest. In fact, you are more harmful than anyone else."
After strolling outside for an afternoon, I also visited all major markets and supermarkets. This is an experience I have never had before. I was so tired that I fell asleep while sitting on a wooden chair by the side of the road. Qin Chu woke me up after I was almost asleep. It was evening when I opened my eyes. The first thing I did when I woke up was to find the toilet. I didn’t know when my stomach started to boil. When I opened my eyes, I felt the back door was tight and my abdomen was in chaos.
Fortunately, there was Li Qun next to him. He briefly explained to Qin Chu that the situation was like running into the toilet with his stomach and bombarded him. He suddenly felt light and felt like he had become an immortal. In front of him, he saw Tang Monk in a daze.
After I fell from the sky, I found a very heavy problem: I didn't bring the paper. I was stunned for a while and thought for a while and found a more heavy problem: There was not even a slightly cleaner piece of paper in the trash can. Who would wipe her butt so cleanly?
I sat on the toilet with my hands on my cheek and thought for a long time to ask for help. I called the mistress and asked him what to do if he encountered this situation. The mistress pondered and said that he had wiped it with his pants, and I felt it was unreliable.
I called Bai Kai again, and Bai Kai said depressedly: I feel even more unreliable when I use my hands to snatch it and wash it again.
So I called someone else, and within those few minutes I got more unreliable answers, some used money to wipe, some used cigarette boxes to scrub, some used it for secondary use by picking up slightly cleaner paper from the wastebasket next to me, and the most vivid thing was that I rubbed my butt on the door.
Their vulgar methods are not suitable for glorious people like me. Just as I was frowning and trying to find a solution, I suddenly felt a glorious, because there was a small advertisement selling arms on the door panel in front of me. The self-adhesive sticker I didn't pay attention to in the past was so beautiful in front of me. I was moved and tears filled my eyes. I stretched out my fingers and slowly took my nails and clenched them down carefully, for fear of cutting a little to affect the area.
Half an hour later, I walked out of the toilet with my legs trembling. Thirty minutes of physical and mental torture made me feel vicissitudes. When I saw Qin Chu wiping his hands with a tissue, I almost cried.