It makes sense to lament that society is too realistic. You got it?

I love you now, which is cheaper than Chinese cabbage in the market and can be seen everywhere.

Never argue with a brain-dead person, because he will bring your IQ to the same level as him and then beat you with rich experience.

No matter what you do, there will be two results: one is a joke and the other is a myth. If you give up halfway, you can only become a joke between friends; But if you succeed, you will become a myth in their eyes.

Fourth, TV is all about: I'll give you tens of thousands and keep my daughter. The reality is: give us tens of thousands, or leave my daughter.

We speak with trepidation because no one likes to listen to a lot of truth, and a slip of the tongue means not being careful in telling the truth.

6. True love is like a ghost. Many people have heard of it, but few people have seen it. The only people in this world who won't betray you are your parents and money in your pocket.

Seven, suddenly found that money way car home girl, now have a good life, but love is a mess.

Eight, men are children, and it takes a lifetime to grow up. Women want to be children, but their best role is mother.

Your life now may not be what you want, but you definitely asked for it. 100% of the complaints in the world can be answered with this sentence.

X. What's wrong with this world? Love can be done casually, but it can't be said casually.

Eleven, you can spend money to solve things, try not to use human feelings, one day you will know that human feelings are much more expensive than money!

This is a world where the law of the jungle prevails. If you are immersed in a little unfairness and constantly feel sorry for yourself, you will only be eliminated.

Thirteen, except for marrying you, transferring money, saying that I like you and miss you are basically false. Might as well make a lot of money and be caring.

14. Those who miss it will be left to all passers-by. There is no unfair fate, it is laziness that makes you incompetent.

Fifteen, at this age, I will sing softly in your ear, like your body, give you a bag, leaving only mosquitoes.