When Fu Hanyu worried about the uncontrollable character of Gu Yunche, Yuanmeng was in the Italian remote control of various thousands of heroes.
Luo Qianqian, whose value of love experience is zero, was completely swayed by him.
"I told you that Wei Wei is doing my true biography, only to find a good man like Fu Hanzhen. Just listen to my surname, the ancient one is a thousand years old iron tree, and let him open the flowers for you... ”
"..."
Luo Qianqian wore a headset to answer the phone, holding a newly created music score in his hand, and drinking the lyrics.
I heard the exaggerated metaphor of Yuan Meng frowned, what kind of ghost is the millennium old iron tree?
"Yuan Mengjie, slightly... no swearing, she was shackled from beginning to end."
So, I really didn't see that she did what he really said.
"This is not the point. The point is that if you want antiques to look at you differently, you can listen to me if you want to stop." Yuan Meng said confidently.
Luo is a little bit skeptical, "Yuan Mengjie, this is my personal problem, thank you for your concern, I know what to do?"
"Do you know?" Yuan Meng listened, and asked, "Have you talked about love a few times?"
"..." Luo Qianqian was silent and silent.
Prior to this, she had no interest in male animals at all, and where was the love.
"No, it’s a man who talks about routines. Do you know what a routine is?" Yuan Meng continued.
Luo was silent for a while, "...do not understand."
Is it true that this kind of thing is not true sincerity?
"When you are a man, you can't do anything that is equal to doing nothing. Are you going to be a netizen with him for a lifetime?" Yuan Meng asked.
Luo Qianqian sighed and sighed, of course she didn't want to.
She wants to know him better, wants to go further, and wants to see her often.
However, he is too far away from her, his people are far away from her, his heart is farther away from her.