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Brother Zhang looked at the novel I posted for no reason and sent it: "Mr. Quan, are you making a mistake?" After sending it, he thought to himself, "He is very imaginative."

I sent it: "Isn't this written well?" After posting, I couldn't help but smile bitterly and thought to myself, "I'm also a slutty person, because I was influenced by him. If I was wrong, I never admit this. Otherwise, wouldn't I lose my image in his mind?"

"If you're wrong, you're wrong."

"Nonsense."

Brother Zhang sent a proud expression and wrote: "I know you are writing "Ming Scholar Going to the Ming Dynasty". This is its nineteenth chapter."

I was convinced by him and sent him: "You have a habit." After posting, I thought to myself, "If he can follow my two novels, it will be great. From now on, I will have three or four to n. However, I don't want him to always take advantage of me." Thinking of it, I couldn't help but smile.

Afterwards, I looked out the window quietly and thought to myself: "This is true, can anyone remember my new book? After all, it is written slowly, only five or six thousand words a day, not like more than one thousand words. In addition, it is time travel. Therefore, the number of clicks is not enough."

After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but laugh, as if I felt that there was some benefit to refuse to admit my account, and as if I felt that the past sarcastic sarcasm towards him was too heavy.

At the same time, when Wu Bipo returned to his original position again, he saw Brother Zhang watching the flowers in the pavilion while ravaging the petals falling on the ground. He shook his head slightly and couldn't help but think to himself: "Does he regret this? He shouldn't be stupid."

As he slowly approached, Brother Zhang did not notice the footsteps and thought to himself: "People are in the world, so they can't help themselves. I now understand why Huangtuda prohibits these money shops from investing in overseas sports and entertainment projects. This may be a major suspicion of money laundering and foreign exchange arbitration. Of course, due to the consideration of the Dongfeng strategy of Huangtuda, it must be prohibited. After all, no one is a literary youth. What's more, the Dongfeng strategy?"

After waiting for a while, when Wu Bipo was about to scare Zhang Yi Ge, he saw the monk Shanquan and Taoist priests coming over. He couldn't help but shake his head and gave up this ghost move. He thought to himself: "Children's interest is really hard to find again. In this way, maybe he will be angry, and there will be surprises. The literary youth is no longer there."

At this moment, Brother Zhang suddenly heard a burst of sighs, and couldn't help but turn around. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but shake his body several times, thinking to himself: "Why is this Japanese man still so naughty? This time, I was obviously shocked by him." Thinking of it, I slowly came to my senses and cursed without hesitation, "Wu Bipo, that naughty nerve has not changed yet!" He cursed and hummed his nose.

Wu Bipo smiled and said, "This is not yet a play!" As he said, he thought to himself, "I'm lucky that I didn't. Otherwise, he would have become an angry young man. After all, he was more energetic in the past. The things he lost were hard to recover."

Brother Zhang said coldly, "You don't hum when you get here." As he said that, he thought to himself, "The current social life rhythm is like a plot, and the expression of literary youth, how many people can live a more relaxed life?" Thinking of it, he shook his head a little.

"alright."

It was a sign of a painful blow to the fallen dog. Brother Zhang said coldly: "You are making scary faces." As he said that, he couldn't help but hum and thought to himself, "If I'm not stricter, he will make that old habit of literary youth. This is not good for him."

"Don't be right and unforgivable!"

"Don't you kill me?"

"Student Zhang, I was wrong." As he said that, Wu Bipo stopped laughing and thought to himself, "How can you go online? This is just a student game that has not been implemented."

Brother Zhang seemed to think the blame was a bit too heavy, and he smiled a little, thinking to himself: "Travel with smart people, communicate with reliable people, do things. You are still not steady enough!" Thinking of it, he shook his head,

At this moment, seeing him retracting his smile, Wu Bipo naturally knew that he was in a big way and did not want him to tell old things. He turned his eyes and thought to himself: "How can I bear this way? Besides, those two monks have come to the pavilion." Thinking of it, he hummed.

However, I can't imagine that Brother Zhang's apology was apologized to him.

Seeing him looking coldly in the distance, Wu Bipo adopted the strategy of retreating to advance, he smiled apologetically at him and said, "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

At this time, Brother Zhang saw his tone, nodded slightly and said, "You have to change it!" Wu Bi laughed self-deprecatingly, "I learned to be a stonemason at the age of 80!" Seeing his attitude, Brother Zhang immediately smiled sarcastically and said, "You are all father and husband." As he said that, he hummed.

Wu Bipo immediately laughed and said, "Your words are so heavy!"

Brother Zhang smiled and said, "You can't be an old naughty boy." As he said that, he shook his head and thought to himself, "Now, I don't know how you deal with this kind of thing. I think this way, you are very upset with that. After all, money determines a person's status."

Seeing him looking quietly in the distance, Wu Bi smiled and said, "Okay."

At this time, Brother Zhang did not answer his words and thought to himself, "After all, we are not literary youths anymore. Just now, Xian Haixing was a person who was good at writing and did not live like this. Literary youth is not good at living." Thinking of it, he withdrew his gaze.

At this time, the two looked at each other first, then smiled slightly, and stopped arguing.

Of course, at this time, Brother Zhang Yi didn't want to mention the past story between him and Wu Bipo in front of outsiders, so he smiled at him and said, "Class Wu, go and make some melon seeds, fruits, tea, etc." As he said that, he thought to himself, "Anyway, he is such a person. Why don't I make the mistake? In this way, the relationship will not be unfamiliar."

"What's this for?"

"There are good springs here, let's taste them here." As he said that, Brother Zhang thought to himself, "Don't keep me indifferent. It's better to be honest."

At this time, Wu Bi was eager to spend time like this, so he nodded slightly and said, "I'll do it now." As he said that, he stood up and walked past.

Brother Zhang looked at his departure and thought to himself, "He is a little happy, and it's very hard to do business. I am really envious! I always do things wrong, and it's really tiring like Mr. Quan refused to admit his account just now!" Thinking of it, I couldn't help but frown, looking into the distance, and then thought to himself, "Why didn't I see his wife when I buried the ashes of his brother? A person's wife is so ruthless, are you really lucky?" Thinking of it, I couldn't help but shook my head.

After a while, when he saw him, Wu Bipo followed the instructions. Brother Zhang Yi looked away while boiling water, thinking to himself: "It's still good to make mistakes. Mr. Quan will tell the readers about mistakes. In fact, he is diligent enough, and the mistakes in the middle can be perfect, which naturally makes me feel relieved. I think readers will do this too. If you read two different novels in combination, you will be able to experience the indifference and warmth of reality more."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!