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Stepped on your tail? baffling!
You are still as ignorant of people as you were back then, and Ping is also a little upset.
"Being kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs? I don't know what's in your head? Haven't you heard enough stories about the farmer and the snake?"
Hua Bai glanced at her, picked up the wet wipe and wiped it slowly one by one with his fingers. I feel sick just holding that torn note.
What he said was right, Ping admitted that she had to admit that Hua was clearer than her on some things.
At the critical moment, thanks to his help, he slays demons and demons, and upholds justice. My brother really didn't build it.
By the way, when did he become a small intelligence expert?
"How do you know these gossips?" Curiosity killed the cat.
"Want to know?" This small face close at hand, opened a pair of clear big eyes full of anticipation, Wharton felt excited, full of happiness, and whispered against her ear: "My buddy and that The fitness trainer is a colleague. Then Bi has a pretty face and only eats soft food, and she is not the only rich woman next to her. That idiot loves to death, buys him a house and a car, and listens to him in everything."
Keep a little boy! Buy a house and a car! So explosive! Ping was dumbfounded.
Now that ordinary housewives are so fierce, it is no wonder that news about female celebrities is flying all over the sky.
The world is going down, people's hearts are not old. Don't teach the next generation badly.
?The two whispered to each other, privately giving and receiving aroused the anger of the alumni at the same table, and everyone wanted to punish the two of them for drinking.
"Come, come, three glasses of beer, one glass of red wine, choose by yourself." The man with glasses shouldered many responsibilities and poured wine for the two of them.
"I, I can't drink, I really can't drink today." Ping cried when she heard that, she was really afraid of drinking.
"Hey, elementary school girl, can I not drink today or will I not drink all the time? This must be made clear." The man with glasses teased Ping, and everyone laughed knowingly when they heard it.
Ping: ""
Does it make any difference? What are they laughing at? Ping looked at Hua, asking for a solution.
Hua cast a firm look at her, don't be afraid! There is a brother.
I saw Mr. Jiang standing up, straightening his clothes, smoothing his sleeves, clearing his throat, and then said leisurely: "Brothers are all rich and famous, don't act like ordinary people in the market, to scare our pure Are schoolgirls successful? Drinking, punching, drunk like a pig's head, vulgar."
"Well, Hua Tsai, you have a sharp mouth, and you don't hurt people at all." Everyone scolded him with a smile, "It's okay not to drink, then tell me, how do you want to fix it?"
"Be more elegant, whatever you want."
"That's fine, how about you and Qu Ping come on stage and sing a song to cheer everyone up."
"Have a good standard, have you been thinking about my brother's style for many years?" Hua pointed to the proposed alumnus and boasted fiercely: "Satisfy you! Let you have a good time today, what do you want to hear?"
"Let's play an old song, Karen Mok's "Hiroshima Mon Love"." Everyone applauded and agreed.
"Bingo, deal." Hua snapped his fingers and gave Ping a look, let's go, girl.
Singing is better than drinking, so Ping bit the bullet and followed Hua.
The audience applauded, whistled, and shouted.
In recent years, Ping has seldom been on stage, and she is a little nervous, but the good quality she developed in childhood makes her typhoon still very good. The two are talented and beautiful, standing on the stage is a beautiful scenery.
"Dear alumni, Alumni Qu Ping and I will present a song for you on behalf of our table of five big, three rough, tall and strong, and wolf-like burly guys. I wish all alumni will continue to work hard if they don't have a baby. Run for the second child, run for the third child after giving birth to the second child, and rest well if you have the third child.¡±
The audience roared with laughter.
When the music started, Hua took a microphone, handed it to Ping, and then clapped lightly to the rhythm. He turned his head from time to time, looking at the woman he had guarded for many years with deep eyes, full of thoughts.
If they hadn't missed it back then, wouldn't their children have grown up too?
If they can be together, even if it is just a 24-hour love, it will satisfy him.
It's a pity, it's all just if, he has already lost the chance to have her, and she has been firmly tied.
What's even more tragic is that she didn't even know his feelings for her, she only regarded him as a bosom friend.
Don't care about forever, only care about having once, it's just a luxury.
He didn't even know whether his persistence was right or not.wrong?
I don't know how long he can last?
should have rejected me long ago
Don't let go of my pursuit
Give me the story I long for
? Leave a name that cannot be lost
Hua's voice was soft and bright, but after being deliberately lowered by him, it turned out to be charmingly magnetic. He sang very devotedly and affectionately. He integrated all the love that he had not been able to share in the sun for so many years into the song.
Ping continued to sing the female part, her voice was extremely sweet and gentle. For Ping, such a deformed feeling as cheating is something she cannot touch. No matter how beautiful the melody is or how affectionate the lyrics are, she cannot empathize with her or resonate with her.
Her singing is in stark contrast to Hua, ruthless and affectionate, pale and full.
Since ancient times, being loved has always been cooler and more free and easy than being loved
Time is hard to turn back
The space is fragile
Twenty-four hours of love
It is a beautiful memory that I will never forget in my life
After the song was over, Hua, who was still in high spirits just now, was inexplicably depressed and deep, and returned to his seat without saying a word.
Everyone was puzzled, but they still made fun of him, but in the end, whoever provoked him started a war, pouring cups into their stomachs, and Ping couldn't stop him no matter what.
At the end of the banquet, Hua was so drunk that he was so drunk that he was still crying and laughing before leaving, hugging the pillars and refusing to leave, full of words that he wanted to keep his youth and the past.
The glasses alumnus took Huajia away, and before leaving, he glanced at Ping, and said inscrutablely: Oh, the sin!
On a winter night, the moonlight is so cold and the surroundings are so lonely. Ping walked in the community, her gentle footsteps, like grains of gravel, gently hit the bottom of Ping's heart like a pool of gentle lake water, gently rippling, reflecting bits and pieces of memories of the past.
There are too many things she has experienced today, and her simple mind is still in a state of chaos, and she hasn't figured it out yet.
Little bits and pieces of the past, Lan Qian's appearance, Ruan Yingying's meanness, Hua's abnormality, and the bustling alumni association all caused ripples in her peaceful life.
This inextricable connection seems to be related to her, but what does it actually have to do with her?
There is nothing wrong in the world, and mediocrity disturbs it. She laughed at herself.
Is it because she has been too busy with work recently, tired physically and mentally, and too impetuous?
Vanity Fair is indeed a big dye vat, exuding fatal temptation everywhere.
Ping just dabbled in it, it was like tearing away a corner of the glitzy world for her, allowing her to see things that were elusive and unattainable.
Bodhi
Tang Huineng
No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.
The Buddha nature is always pure, where is the dust!
The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand.
The bright mirror is originally clean, where is it stained with dust!
No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.
There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!
Bodhi is only sought from the heart, so why bother to seek mystery from the outside?
I heard that according to this practice, the West is only at present! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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