My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Liumei didn't want to ask him how he knew it. Dead fish eyes and squinting were the most annoying, sinister and cunning.

Yahata generously left her three slices: "You should eat less snacks, you will gain weight if you eat this, and you will gain weight."

"It's really not good to be like a mother."

"My wife is not fat, how well maintained? Look at the watery skin, watery eyes..."

"And a chest like a hot water bottle? A waist like a bucket?"

"..."

How much do you resent your mother?

The little girl stuffed the last potato chips into her mouth, and said vaguely, "Then, do you want to become the figure of Sister Xue Nao? Lolicon who likes poor breasts?"

Looking at him with a smile but not a smile, Biqigu was choked and almost got stuck in his throat by potato chips, and decided that he would never tell her tonight or coax her to sleep.

"Do I need to listen to stories to fall asleep?"

The mocking sneer that made him want to vomit blood appeared on Miss Tsurumi's face again: "Better than Penguin, how old do you think I am? I would like to hear your Cinderella who can't stand it for adults?"

"What's wrong with Cinderella? She's so cute!"

The little girl's sneer continued: "I asked Sister Xuenai, and she told me, you are a pervert who likes men!"

Biqigu was furious: "I don't like men!"

"I didn't deny that I was a pervert..."

He clutched his heart, he was so angry that he was so tired that he had never lived before. He wanted to leave here without saying a word, and come back tomorrow to take care of the dead child.

"Wait, where's the air conditioner? Is there no air conditioner?"

Hearing her question, the teenager stopped again, turned around and smiled at Liumei pet: "Baby, I ordered a very good vertical air conditioner. It will probably arrive tomorrow. It's expensive, probably equivalent to me. Tuition and fees for one year..."

Liu Mei, who was a little shy by the cry of "baby", heard these sweet hearts, cheerful smiles between his eyebrows and eyes, but he said displeasedly: "That's too wasteful, after all you are just a student... …"

"Yes, yes, you think so, I think so too."

Bachan's Chongni smile became worse: "So, just now, I unsubscribed..."

Liumei Liumeijiang’s smile on her face seemed to be frozen by the air conditioner...

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Add more tickets first.

I really want to write the extra task volume, but there shouldn’t be too many people reading it. If you have time, just write it. After all, you have to feed your family. If you want to write something, you have to give priority to the market. There is no way.

First transition two chapters, honestly speaking, it is very difficult to scheming.

Chapter 3 Kato, you may be able to do something lustful to me

Writing novels is not very simple. Just like dreaming in a dream or shooting a film, writing a novel in a novel always feels strange.

So in order to avoid this wonderful sense of contradiction, I decided to pass writing and other things.

-It is the conscience of Qingliu authors to resist copying the content of other people's novels.

Biqigu, I think Tsurumi Liumi is really cute.

Even her messy hair, running around barefoot in her nightdress, is also an alternative kawaii.

Yes?

You have this feeling too!

If you like someone, I think she is so good even if she eats shit. If I don't like someone, I think she is so good when she eats shit. Anyway, as long as she eats shit, I think she is super amazing.

Hey, this analogy is disgusting.

(I’m not talking about a crush!)

It is August now, and half of the summer vacation has passed. The mystery he is going to sell for money has also been completed. Some areas that need to be corrected in Japanese are also fixed. Just wait for the editor introduced by Xiaojing. Clapper.

It's really hard for him. A novel written by an American. He only remembers the Chinese version. Now it needs to be translated into Japanese again...

In one month's life, the two brothers and sisters of the Biqigu family finally saw how the girls of the big family get up.

I basically get up at ten o’clock in the morning, and that’s fine. After all, the child’s sleep time is long, but if there is no Yawata to wake her up, our Tsurumi Rumi-san may be able to stay in bed all day...

This is how the boy awakened our lovely Princess.

Please take notes if you have a sister.

——You must have a good morning kiss first, you must kiss your little face, or you will be ignored...

Then gently touch her little head, make her feel comfortable and hum, then slowly lift the quilt and pick up the little guy...

Let her stand dazedly on the bed for a while, wake up-do you think it's over?

impossible!

I have to hold her and pat her on the back again and again, and have to say: "Oh ha yo, cute Liumei sauce~" or "baby got up" these auxiliary words, to calm her up ——Otherwise this little cutie will have the ability to get back into the bed again.

Today, he was going to deliver something to the neighbor Kato's house who moved back again. He told his sister to remember to wake up Xiao Liumei.

Komachi doesn’t have his old-fashioned methods, and he is extremely uncomfortable with such a spoiled and lazy appearance. He often says something pointedly at the dinner table: “According to research, if you don’t eat breakfast before nine o’clock in the morning, the large intestine It will automatically turn back something to fill the stomach, thereby providing the basic energy for the day, so if you don’t eat breakfast before nine o'clock, it is equivalent to eating poop—well!"

It was blocked by her brother with chopsticks.

After urging for a long time today, the dead kid just couldn't get up. My younger sister really couldn't help but took a needle...

Then, it took Mr. Biqigu an afternoon to finally coax Liumei's tears back.

All afternoon!

Tsurumi Liumi was crying silently in front of him, and from time to time he showed him a little red on his arm...He had collapsed.

But it’s not easy to say anything about my sister, because Komachi hasn’t been relaxed lately. After all, there are a lot of papers for entrance examinations to do, often at two or three in the evening...

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For the idiot sister, homework is like this-do homework, do one night, sit all night, do one page.

Therefore, Biqigu could only return the fire pressure, just when Ban Dahe called and said that her father wanted to reconcile with her again, and wanted to ask his advice.

Dahe’s father—how do you say it? I heard the tiger say that the boy had let her pigeons go last time. The young man didn’t have a bad impression of this kind of person who only left money for his children. Of course, he couldn’t speak of a good impression. Usually they would persuade their father and daughter to have a good talk during their last meeting.