Zhou Yuncheng had unspeakable bitterness. He thought that after New Year's Day, he must go to the ink Garden to find Shen chengjing and ask her what this thing was.
He had also asked someone to check and even said that he wanted to stop the other party's number from being used. In the end, the telecom company said heartlessly,""I can't do it."
Where did this crazy woman come from? she called him several times an hour just to chat with him.
He's so handsome, but he's very busy. He has to deal with a lot of women, so where would he find the time to chat with her? Besides, a woman like this might not be good-looking.
Beautiful women already had men. Only ugly women would call and chat.
"A date? Mister. " Jiang Yuanyuan crossed her legs, drank some fine wine, listened to light music, and talked on the phone comfortably.
The most perfect thing in life was to flirt with people who didn't want to see you.
