Many of them were solo photos. In the last one, her mother was wearing a cheongsam and sitting at the side. There was a small dog lying on the table, holding something. The nightclub boss was making tea. It was a heartwarming scene.
"It's a man's talent and a woman's beauty. " It was rare for mo Yancheng to praise someone.
Not only in terms of appearance, but also in terms of temperament, the two of them were compatible.
"Yes." Shen chengjing responded.
She looked at it, and reluctantly put it in. She looked around the whole room, which exuded a strong sense of a young girl's dream, as if he knew what she wanted.
"He's very attentive. " Mo Yanchen said.
When Shen chengjing was a child, after her parents passed away, she lived with Shen zhicai and the others. The decorations in the room were simple, and she had gradually distanced herself from what she wanted. She had never had any young girl's dreams, and she felt that it was good enough to be able to live.
