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"This girl is a profiteer at heart!" Could it be that she inherited her parents' genes?Alas, it is related to such a profound issue of genetics, even if someone like me has read countless flowers, I can't break this fixed number, it's sad!sad!

After Duan Mingyu finished speaking, she began to write in a hurry, for the sake of the chick, she worked hard!

Duan Mingyu wrote for half an hour, sweating profusely, hands shaking like chicken feet, darling, it took a long time to write five articles.

Duan Mingyu couldn't help but sing a tragic song: "Holding the steamed corn bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish, how painful life in prison is, one step at a time..."

Just when Duan Mingyu was singing heart-piercingly, Yang Zhaoniang walked in swaggeringly: "Hey, brother Mingyu, what's the matter with you, you don't seem to be in a good mood!"

Duan Mingyu said: "Yes, it's really unattractive!"

Yang Zhaoniang jumped onto the desk, kicking the air with her two little feet: "Hey, what's going on?"

"Hey, I'm doing my homework." Duan Mingyu said with a sad face.

Yang Zhaoniang said: "Isn't it just to write a few copybooks, what's the big deal, show it to me quickly."

Duan Mingyu threw her "masterpiece" to Yang Zhaoniang.Yang Zhaoniang spat after reading it: "Bah! Bah! Bah! What are you writing?"

Duan Mingyu said firmly: "Of course it's words, what else could it be?"

Yang Zhaoniang snorted: "You can also call this thing? It's just a ghostly peach charm, it's unsightly, and my writing is better than yours."

Duan Mingyu said in surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said, it's just a ghost painting a peach charm, it's unsightly!"

"No, I asked the latter sentence!"

"The last sentence, it seems that my writing is better than yours... What are you going to do, and what bad idea are you planning?" Yang Zhaoniang asked with a worried expression.

Duan Mingyu began to show courteousness constantly: "Mianzhao, are you thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty, what are you doing?"

"Then are you tired? I'll move the stool for you."

"No, I'm fine sitting on the table."

"Do you want to eat an apple, and I'll peel one for you?"

"Is there such a good thing?"

Duan Mingyu looked down on Yang Zhaoniang, you little snack: "Of course, I'll cut it for you right away, but..."

"Hmph, but what, I knew that you would be up to no good when you opened your mouth. If you have nothing to do, you will be courteous. You are either rape or robbery. Now you have revealed your true colors!" Yang Zhaoniang said unhappily.

Duan Mingyu said: "Hehehe, for you, Zhaoniang, Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts is really a piece of cake!"

Yang Zhaoniang asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Help me with my homework."

Yang Zhaoniang looked angry: "You still have ten articles to write here, and you just want to bribe me with an apple, no way, you think I'm stupid!"

Duan Mingyu gritted her teeth, with a look of heartache: "The big deal, the big deal is that I will share half of the chicken soup that Yanyan sent you at night!"

Yang Zhaoniang's eyes lit up, and she looked like she wanted to swallow it immediately: "Sister Yanyan's chicken soup?"

Duan Mingyu nodded: "How about it, I'm good to you." Nod quickly, nod quickly, Duan Mingyu kept shouting in her heart.

Yang Zhaoniang shook her head: "Half of it won't work, it's all mine."

Duan Mingyu looked bleak with both parents dead: "Can I just take a sip? You have to let me taste it!"

"This, this, well, I will suffer a little bit, and next time you can come to me for this kind of thing!" Yang Zhaoniang finally agreed after thinking for a long time.

"Come on, grind ink for me!" Yang Zhaoniang ordered.

"Yes, you are the master!" Duan Mingyu stood obediently by the side rubbing ink for Yang Zhaoniang, her eyes kept looking at the paper.

I saw Yang Zhaoniang holding a brush in her small hand, and began to write on the rice paper smoothly. The handwriting was beautiful and correct, and she was more than a star and a half taller than Duan Mingyu!

Duan Mingyu began to imagine how Wan Yanyan would praise herself when she saw such neat characters.Hehe, maybe it's not necessarily true that under the confidant's joy, it's not necessarily a promise. Thinking of this, Duan Mingyu really wants to kiss Yang Zhaoniang's pink and jade-carved face hard, that's all, at worst, the number one scholar today Mei Open twice, and dedicate another song for her: grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate

Flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish them too...

"I respectfully invite my wife to inspect it. By the way, where is the chicken soup?" Duan Mingyu looked around with sly eyebrows.

"Hehe, I've been writing all afternoon, you're tired, come on, have some soup first!" Wan Yanyan gave the soup box to Duan Mingyu, sat on the desk by herself, and seriously checked Duan Mingyu's family. Operation.

Yang Zhaoniang ran in from the door, making a pitiful expression, her eyes staring at the chicken soup without blinking, showing her mouth watering.

Duan Mingyu gestured to Yang Zhaoniang with a middle finger and a look, and I only took a sip.

Yang Zhaoniang nodded, and watched Duan Mingyu eagerly looking up to the sky for a drink.

"Well, take it!"

Yang Zhaoniang took the soup box, and immediately her complexion did not look so good. She saw that the chicken soup had shrunk by half, and Duan Mingyu ate most of the few pieces of meat. Huh, Duan Mingyu, you big villain, you don’t mean anything, I will definitely eat it. ...Oh, let's drink it first!

Watching Duan Mingyu smack her lips, Yang Zhaoniang hurriedly hugged the soup box, ran up to Wan Yanyan, and swaggered to taste it.

Yang Zhaoniang drank the soup very calmly, her posture, her movements, tsk tsk, every move was considered gentle.

"Hey, Zhao Niang, look quickly, why does the son's handwriting look so similar to yours?"

"crack"

Yang Zhaoniang put down the empty soup box, and when she saw something was wrong, she had the tendency to retreat immediately. Duan Mingyu pretended to squat down to tie her shoelaces, but after squatting down, she realized that there was not a single strip of cloth on her boots.

Duan Mingyu kept silently chanting in her heart: "Amitabha, Jesus bless you, long live the emperor, you must help me get through this calamity!"

"My lord!" Wan Yanyan stood in front of Duan Mingyu at some point, and shouted angrily, "And Zhao Niang, you are really capable, you colluded to lie to me!"

"It's none of my business, brother Mingyu ordered me to do all of this!" Yang Zhaoniang pushed Duan Mingyu to the forefront with great injustice.I really don't know if when she was the head of the beggar gang, she would often leave a large group of people and run away alone.

Duan Mingyu clasped her head in both hands, and cried bitterly, with tears streaming down her face: "Yanyan, I was wrong, I dare not do it again, in fact, all of this was deliberately framed by Yang Zhaoniang."

Yang Zhaoniang's eyes were as big as copper bells, she really didn't expect Duan Mingyu to frame her, turn black and white, and beat him upside down.

ps: Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t afford to hurt my grades recently, there are a lot of clicks, but why no one votes and stamps, well, these two things cost money, I understand, but the flowers are pitifully few, Looking at the appalling data, Xiaguan really wants to bump his head to death in front of you, alas, it is difficult to be a man, and it is even more difficult to be a man who writes!Flowers are free, so please vote for me. The system will automatically replenish the flowers the next day. If you don’t vote, you will not be replenished. Therefore, in line with the principle of saving, everyone should vote, it is healthier to vote!Read a few books at the same time, and collect children’s shoes that are not enough for flowers!Grateful.