Township.

Lin Lan counted according to the grid. There were exactly six hundred words, no more, no less. Not a single word was wasted.

This……

Han Qingsong put the mosquito net on the kang, and seeing her shoulders shaking from laughing, he reminded her, "It's time to go to sleep."

Lin Lan climbed onto the kang and took the notebook to show him, "Third brother, look, he is really my biological son." Just like you.

Han Qingsong held her in his arms and looked at her hands. He had to admit: "...she can write better than me."

Lin Lan giggled and was about to imitate what he said while eating, but Han Qingsong had already lowered his head and planted a scorching kiss on her neck, which made her shiver and she could no longer say anything. The room was filled with only the charming atmosphere.

The author has something to say: Han Qingsong: The ability to give long speeches in meetings was learned from writing essays in lowercase.

Da Wang: The composition assignment is a way for the teacher to make things difficult for the students.

Sanwang: Yes, I feel so full that I have to write 800 words for each sentence.

Da Wang: My hometown is just like this, what is there to write about?

Sanwang: Yes, those who can write essays are all chatterboxes!

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Lin Lan: You guys can’t write essays!

Mai Sui: You guys can’t write an essay!

Erwang: You guys can’t write essays!

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Xiaoxin: You guys can’t write essays!

Xiaowang: Brother, you are on the wrong side.