But in these photos, except for the faces of my father, mother and father, they were all scratched out with a knife.
Obviously, he doesn't like these people very much
But why marry them? Why?
I felt an unprecedented fear and put the photo album back with trembling hands
I closed the drawer and walked downstairs numbly, my mind was in a mess...
Bad thoughts are generated in my mind one after another
Dad hates those women
What dad likes is mom...
With this thought in mind, I seemed very worried while eating.
I accidentally spilled the mango juice on the white tablecloth.
I was absent-minded and forgot the lame rule of standing up to apologize, and as a result, the plague god started to attack.
"Have you even forgotten the rules? Leng Nuan?" Leng Bingliang gently put down the fork and knife, looking fierce.
"Yes, I'm sorry, brother..." I stood up and apologized.
"It's too late, you know what to do, go." His attitude was gentle, but what he said was too irritating.
You actually want me to be punished in front of Sister Qianqing and Chunchun...
"What? Do you want me to say it a second time?" He raised his eyes and looked at me, as if he said, "Don't think you have any privileges if you sleep in my bed."