don't pressure your brother

Xia Zhi asked for Xia Xingxing's novel book.

Xia Xingxing was very nervous.

Xia Zhi said: "I don't tear it up, I just want to write this story well."

It's amazing that the man in science and technology wants to write a novel.

"Don't write me wrong," Xia Xingxing instructed.

"Heh," Xia Zhi thought to himself, "Is there anyone who knows this better than me?"

Except for the [-]-word composition and thesis for the college entrance examination, Xia Zhi had never spent so much time organizing his language, he simply forgot to sleep and eat.

While he was writing, he serialized it on the Internet, and the readers below cried to his father and mother to urge him to drive.

Xia Zhi searched online.

very good.It turned out to be this kind of car.

Cheng Yu didn't live in the dormitory, and rented a house near the school, 230 square meters, not much more, but he lived alone.

Xia Zhi held his notebook and went to ring the doorbell.Cheng Yu brushed his hair and opened the door for him. The home clothes were probably put on in a hurry during the bath, and a small patch of wet back showed very attractive lines.

"Why are you here now?" Cheng Yu asked.

Xia Zhi probed in and looked inside, "Cha Gang."

Cheng Yu pulled him into the door, wrapped him in his arms and kissed him, "Open it and check, if you don't feel at ease, stay here."

Xia Zhi put his hand on his back, thought for a while, then opened the hem of his clothes and reached in.

Cheng Yu: "Huh?"

Xia Zhi put the computer aside casually, put his other arm around him, leaned into his ear and asked, "Does what you said before count?"

"Which sentence?" Cheng Yu asked.

"Fuck cry on me."

The so-called true knowledge comes from practice, and readers cannot be fooled.

He is a strict person.

(End of the article)