"No!" Huang Hong smiled angry.

"Oh? Mental illness or depression? Mental illness has a wide range of ideas, and depression patients are not afraid of death, which are all advantages." Liu Zhuoshi smiled.

Huang Hong raised her head and inhaled for a while, sighed: "You are a little mentally ill recently, I feel."

"Where did I get the disease because of my poor mental state? I'm just depression."

Liu Zhuoshi's eyes fluttered: "If you don't have any serious illness, spend some money to treat it, otherwise it would be a pity for me to look like this. I have a psychologist."

Huang Hong was stunned and leaned over and asked with concern: "Are you really depressed?"

"I can't die if I'm fine, it's mild." Liu Zhuoshi sighed, "Who is not depressed these days? What I say is either stubborn or early on."

"cut!"

Huang Hong fiddled with her fingernails and squinted her eyes forty-five degrees, "As you say that, no one is sick, everyone is sick, that is, no one is sick. But I feel that you don't seem to be depressed, but you feel a little crazy, and you will be tempted by anyone."

"This is nothing wrong! I'm in reverse treatment now." Liu Zhuoshi smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip.

After drinking, I still smacked my lips, and the lips were a little red.

"Glycyrrhiza... kidney deficiency, right?" Huang Hong smiled and lowered her head to touch her handbag. "Do I still have red dates?"

"That thing nourishes yin and you keep it yourself to replenish blood."

"Sister..." Huang Mingming suddenly interrupted, "Sister...Sister...Husband?"

"What did you say?" Liu Zhuoshi cleared his ears.

"I have observed that you have a strong sense of CP in love and killing each other."

Huang Mingming saw Liu Zhuoshi sincerely from Huang Hong and spoke tentatively, "You two are single again, do you want to be together?"

.

It is not difficult to touch the belly button with your backhand, but being pulled by Cheng Jiuer makes Ximen uncomfortable.

Cheng Jiuer, who was getting close, exuded the fragrance of shampoo. Ximen felt that she might have taken a shower with shampoo.

There are two spirals hidden in the macho short hair, like a symbiotic black hole. When you look up at yourself, your eyes are clearly black and white, and you can illuminate your face.

"It's really OK! Don't do it yourself, be careful to twist your waist."

Cheng Jiuer didn't always act like a hooligan. She put his hand on and then talked about the TV station:

"Actually, only the municipal and stations can get along. The new director of Pai Daxing is named Zhao Sanping. He was originally from here and went to the central government. Now he has come down again. I heard that he has a lot of ideas."

"I don't know if he can do it, but it still feels quite interesting. I mainly want to go in with you."

"It's okay to have some experience, but it doesn't matter much money anyway. But if you don't want to go, I won't go, it's meaningless to be alone."

Cheng Jiuer sat on the bed at Ximen, leaning down, curling her ventral side and stretching her head, lying prone, stretching, revealing her beautiful figure during the movements.

"I really envy you. I have to do eight sets of exercise a day to lose weight. I can't practice pimples. Just be fine. If you don't do anything, you lose weight. I've lost less than 100 kilograms until now!"

Cheng Jiuer was playing in bed with high difficulty and tilted her head to look at Ximen:

"But it doesn't matter, it's only 100 weights, either flat chests or short. The stars on the Internet are all made of heights and weights, and their heights are all fake, with shoelaces and heights.

"What other foodie character is there? You just vomit after eating."

"Do you know Li Ruotong? He is in his fifties and keeps up very well, just practicing every day. She said that she was just to eat more to exercise every day. This was my heart. I also wanted to eat all kinds of delicious food all over the world."

Ximen stared at the phone, as if she didn't pay attention to what she was doing, so she just let herself do it in bed.

Cheng Jiuer looked at the calendar on the bedside table and flattened her mouth.

People who love to study will post various knowledge points, but Ximen will post precautions for life. They will lose their memory when they wake up. It is so pitiful to think about it.

After rolling on the bed for a while, Cheng Jiuer leaned back on the bed and hung half of her body on the wall: "Help me take off the guitar."

Simon handed her the little guitar.

Cheng Jiuer put the guitar on his stomach and plucked the chord a few times. The toes on the wall began to snap their fingers, and after a few beats, he sang softly:

"You are fascinating every day, Oh    I said       baby... You like to have small emotions, like dark clouds on sunny days, surprises with long hair and short knowledge, rich expressions are fascinating. Everything about you is like a secret. I tie my seat belt and take you on a trip through the wind and rain..."

"I want to take you to romantic Turkey and then go to Tokyo and Paris together. Actually, I especially like to take you to the North and South Pole with penguins... Actually, dear, you don't have to be too melancholy. Come with me to see all the surprises of the world, and our footprints retain memories..."

Cheng Jiuer herself said that she sang very well, especially in the high pitch area, but at Ximen, she never hummed softly and never sang loudly, for fear of shocking people.

It sounds really nice!

Ximen listened silently, the room was filled with a quiet breath, the sun shining on the windowsill, the hot wind blew on his face, and he turned to look outside.

"How is it?" Cheng Jiuer suddenly asked.

Ximen turned his head to look at her: "Arctic...no penguins."

"Is that song?"

"Wrong...Four tones."

"You have a good ear... I have practiced for a long time, deliberately..."
Chapter completed!