"Brother, you didn't go diving, can you give me some private space? I'm writing a novel."
"Wu Yun contacted me."
"She likes you, so you just promise her. Now that she is a stewardess, I don't know how good it is. In the past, the two girls in the airline company disliked me everywhere, and Wu Yun always helped me speak."
"I don't like talking too much."
"Wu Yun, she can't tell, brother. She will only stand up for me at critical moments."
"I also don't like people who draw their swords to help when they see injustice on the road."
"Isn't shebrother? Do you think Wu Yun is ugly?"
"Zhuo Jiaoer, I don't want to find your friends either."
"We haven't been in touch for a long time. Since I started writing the book, she seems to be getting away from me gradually, worried that it will affect my creation. She is a very sensible girl, and she is quite suitable for my brother. No, my brother is no longer a pilot, so I am not good enough." What about people?"
As soon as Zhuo Jiaoer finished speaking, she heard the knock on the door.
"I just now, will my brother's self-esteem be frustrated? But things are what they are. Is it possible that I have to praise him all the time? He is very good and great?"
Zhuo Jiaoer shook her head, facing the computer screen, imagining the first picture.
"Wedding?"
Zhuo Jiaoer suddenly had an idea, but in fact, she had fantasized about it for a long time, how great it would be if she walked from campus to marriage all the way. The more she writes about real life, the more she advocates some unrealistic things, or those fantasy and beautiful dreams, in order to support the suffering that people encounter in real life.
Zhuo Jiaoer was finally ready to start writing, and the surrounding area was completely silent, which was just right for her to show off her grand plans.
"Writer, I have a heartfelt request. After watching the TV series adapted from your original novel, I feel that some highlights are missing. Please watch the video I made."
Zhuo Jiaoer received the selfishness of an enthusiastic reader again. She used to talk about the similarities between novels and life. Zhuo Jiaoer thought it was a coincidence. She never thought that the novels she wrote casually were the same as the original ones, and even received Appreciating the paintings, and with a slightly magical heart, Zhuo Jiaoer clicked on the newly received video.
"The bride and groom are invited to wear rings on each other."
"Ai Jin, put it on for me first."
"Xie Tian, ??give it to me first."
"You put it on for me first, Ai Jin, you are a man, even if others say you are a sissy, but in my heart, you seem to be getting more and more handsome."
"Xie Tian, ??I'll just say you give me the ring, and I'll put it on for you first. I'll let you keep all the money I earn, so of course you keep the ring."
"A Fei, am I your bride, or Jiang Keran under the stage?"
"Sister Hong, I just wanted to see who the guests are today and keep a low profile."
"Can't more people help us celebrate? Don't you want to hide it from others and let others know that you married an old woman?"
"Look this way."
"Miss Jiang Keran, are you videotaping us? Now that sg has changed its name to Zhuo Chen Group, the treatment has become worse. If I knew it earlier, the employees should boycott it collectively and not change owners."
"Ai Jin, don't talk about it anymore, you are about to become a husband, pay attention to your mouth, and then tell the conspiracy between Fu Yurou and Zhuo Xiaotian."
"It's already a well-known secret. Fu Yurou has been holding back on changing her name. Now Zhuo Xiaotian has got her out of the way. Her salary is becoming more and more severe. I heard that her son Zhuo Chengcheng's income is more and more expensive. It¡¯s all pitifully small.¡± (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com