5 I have a big shortcoming, I never like to give the characters, this is a very headache, compared to it, I prefer to call this. A person has only one name, but there are countless styles. Every title is a story. So this is a story that has no name, only styled. But I don't know how long this kind of title is only relying on him and her. How many ways to retaliate? In fact, it is necessary to punish her best way to accept. So I accepted "daughter" and her boys. Let them freely enter and leave my room, for anything they want. That time was the most strange time in my memory. When I get home, I can see her and that boys sit in the table, or watching TV, either make a homework, the scene is extremely warm, even a few Once, I had a different hallucination, and the long-haired girls sitting across the opposite is my daughter, and the reason why her is not me, but the boy is on the side. She also became grown, seeing I came up and looked up at me, he said, Dad, you came back. Boys, uncle. I brought it back to the pizza to eat, ask their homework, accompany them to see the naive boring Korean film, whenever the boys on the side laughed, I feel a cold eye, watching. She lives more and more frequently in my next room, and his boyfriend will return to the dormitory. Every time we stand at the door and wavily say goodbye to him. Be careful on the road. She called. Have time to play. I say. Once, I asked the boy to be a photo, he was very strange, but he gave me a registration photo. Later I dinked with her one night. After I finished eating, I didn't touch the tableware, and she looked at me unclaimed. I put the new songs of just learned. I wash the dishes, she hugged me from behind, from the forehead against my back ridge, I turned, picking out the N times from the pocket, showing it. Her "boyfriend" looked at her in the photo, as if the container. She looked at me infinitely. pig. Not filial! One thing happened after a week. When I came out of my girlfriend, I hugged her, if you change my idea, be sure to tell me. One day after a week, she changed his mind, but I didn't have a chance to get her. I was at home that day, I bought a cigarette at the building. I found my daughter crying. I didn't care about her. I went back to the room. I suddenly found that my girlfriend has disappeared. I have an unknown, I will open the chat history. I rushed to her room, desperately smashed, and she did not open. Girlfriend tries to start with me. And she pretended to reject her harshly. My girlfriend felt wrong, called my house, she took the phone, sweet and soft. Make a crazy sell stupid. Open the door! You fucking me! not open! I can't die! You are waiting for me! That night, I went to a bar, called a chicken and took her home. She looked at the living room, I took a vulicious woman home, and opened the door into the room. The prostitute took the clothes and stood in front of me, showing the body. I didn't look at her at a glance, from the wrap point out of a thousand dollars. call. what is it call? bed. I am close to her, whispered, I don't do anything, you just want to call. So some things need professionalism, the chicken is called in my room, I frowned on the side of the magazine. She is confused about me, afraid that she has never encountered such a madly. After ten minutes, I smiled and smiled. She finally came. She is smashed outside the door, making it hard. Open the door! Open the door! not open! I can't die! I am calling outside the door.
