Chapter 368 (1/2)

Who are my parents. Right, from heredity to postnatal education, there's no comparison. I decided to give up comparison.

Throw some Gardenia in the water* White. Purity and texture, even the bath also feel much more comfortable.

I don't know if this thing can be used for bathing. It's delicious anyway. It's nice to wash some and put them in.

Of course, I was shocked by Baoming's strength. Everything else is OK.

There are more information about the leisure center. There are some special lists, such as the company's real employee registration... Wow. I can't see that. Really? Now I think of it, I'm afraid.

I even understand the so-called ”theory of criminal justice” of Bao Ming. It's really necessary.

The society is so big that we can only work together to supervise and manage some things. The power of the people is strong.

Well, let me just talk about that.

There's a directory. Register the family status of each ”waiter”, and then grade them. Beautiful flowers, voluntary stars and skilled X are given.

As for the bad ones, especially the forced ones, the records of the whole family are far more detailed than those of other people. Later, we will draw a skeleton, or XXX, which is very erotic.

There are also two, marked with three flowers, which are probably the most beautiful, with a big ”*” written in the column of brother at the back.

It's more than three days.

I don't know how old the younger brother is, but it seems quite sad that a boy is * or a man is * but... Oh, that's why I'm most afraid. At that time, Brian said, it's very common that ran Hua... Pedophile, does it have this word?

What surprised me most at that time was that Tan Baoming didn't respond to this. Now think about it, her failure is naturally related to Tan's background, the whole underworld!!

Even if Tan Baoming hasn't seen it or given an order, she's so old. Should she know?

Perhaps, this is the original intention of Brian and Mingfeng to take me to that kind of occasion.

Yes, we are not pure angels, and the world is not the paradise of Eden. It is good for us to have a proper understanding to improve our thinking and understanding, and so on.

For example, I know better why I want to * fan.

This is what Mingfeng said. It gives us a disgusting name for what we are doing now. It's called ”operation * rice”. We are all members of the * rice special team.

For two days in a row, as soon as we heard about eating, our heads were too big. It was cruel.

Er, it's not that I pretend to be pure. It's really ”rice.”

And then it was read as ”fried rice” by someone with ulterior motives in the standard Mandarin, and there was a ”fried rice with eggs” or ”fried rice with eggs”

Ah, deduction, it has the potential of terror.

It's so funny. Later, Miss five said that it's not allowed to talk at dinner

”Rice”, we said, what's that called?

She said, it's called ”Shi” or ”Xian”. In a certain dialect, it's called ”Ka Qi” and in Tang language, it's called ”zhe die”

There are different opinions, anyway.

In the end, the word ”Xiang” is mostly meant as a treat, which is a bit too polite; Eating and eating excrement are too close to each other; So, just rice or rice, called to open.

The company didn't know why. They all thought Miss Wu was funny. Anyway, she was very funny and mischievous. As long as she had a rest, there would be an accident. Who would suffer.

So, the company soon spread that the canteen is not called canteen, but qiatang, ha ha

I'm in a good mood. When I open my notebook, I don't want to work any more. I rummage and pick up... My mobile phone has been lost at home. Maybe I can eavesdrop on it.

Kong Yiji said:

”Stealing books is not stealing... Stealing books Can we count the affairs of scholars as theft? ”

Tan Baoming said:

”Steal, steal? All the things that rob the poor, help the rich and support justice are called taking, or taking, or borrowing... ”

I don't know whether eavesdropping on Yin Yijie and Baobao should be classified as borrowing or stealing. Anyway, I want to listen to him

Anyway, he should have told me what he said. He should have told the baby a fart. That child, hum!

I'm looking for

I've been busy recently, and he didn't even care to go home?

It seems that he didn't even call me, except for that day.

Everyone is very busy. With the rapid development of society, the most important thing is to have more people working, faster pace of walking on the street, and more fast food, less connotation... Hum, less gossip, open up

The day before yesterday?

What day before yesterday, May Fourth?

He also commemorates the May 4th and the Spring Festival?

Is he still young?

It seems that

”Son, dad is so busy that he doesn't care to come back to see you. Are you good? Well, Dad's back when he's free. Don't cry... ”

I sweat, can baby cry?

His YY skills are a little bit too strong, right?

Baby, alas, I really want to, small silver coffin, I believe it can't compare with my arms, unfortunately, my baby, mother can't hold you.

Think of the baby I head big, last time angry I almost took a kitchen knife to kill, five months ah, only five months, all five months... Maybe now I still have a lot of things to do, I haven't grown up, but it's my baby, my flesh and blood.

”Son, my mother is angry with my father, that annoying uncle, who stirs up dissension. Mom still listens to him. Hum, don't call him uncle... Who knows? Anyway, don't call me uncle. Dare to ask me to spank you, open flowers, hum.

Oh... Good, don't cry, good son, father doesn't beat son, go to beat your uncle, blow his uncle's butt... Tell Dad, did mom come back to see you? Uncle Liu said that he seemed to have; Do you think so? Or does mom not want us? You're useless, son. Mom doesn't want you anymore. Mom doesn't want dad. What should I do? ”

Sweat!

”Dong...!”

I fell on my head and fainted.

Will Yin Yijie coax children like that?

Cold like Tom Cruise in mission impossible, who knows how to spank and act coquettish?

Crying?

Oh no, he's crying?

Want to teach my baby bad?

When did Yin Yijie's mask have this one?

This, that, what

The room was filled with the sound of Siri Shua, somehow.