Already 22:45, the picture is still not sleeping,
Suddenly he found Dad's mobile phone. Dad's mobile phone is placed on the book. I am enough - I am enough - I am enough enough, but I am not enough!
Hey there! I will pull the book again!
Haha, finally caught! I will call first (like really, pretending to press two keys, then put it in the ear: "Hey! Grandma is good! Grandma love me!" I press it, ha! I finally sent it out) "His Dad My son seems to have a message? Letter, do you see if it? Already finished, the text message is back, the content is "I, my phone is not given to you? Why didn't you remember? my phone number is********"
"God, he actually sent a text message." I still have to pick up! "Hey! How do you do it, not told you to the phone! I will forget it so quickly! Little *, not forgetting fast, it is my son's technique, it is sent to you! Really! Hey! This is not Waste my money! Heaven and earth conscience, it is true. It's so depressed! I declare "Ok, you don't depressed, you should be proud, you have some small people, you will call! Will switch the computer! I will send text messages now! Don't you proud? "Yeah is! Pride! Pride!"
