Although Liu Yifei smiled at Lin Cheng in Taiwan, she was very stingy when she smiled in Taiwan. In fact, Liu Yifei was also touched by this scene just now, but this can’t hide the fact that she doesn’t like Lin Cheng in her heart, but Wang Jiao likes it enough, so she is very calm.

I don’t know if this scene is good or bad for the post-Jiao Jiao development. Hey! Liu Yifei sighed.
Lin Cheng patted Wang Jiao on the shoulder. Wang Jiaocai reacted a little embarrassed to leave Lin Cheng’s arms, but at this time, the flashing lights flashed and reporters rushed to record Wang Jiao who was ashamed and timid at the moment.
Because Wang Jiao is a new generation of jade idol.
Maybe Wang Jiao’s shy appearance at this moment may never be seen again.
Let’s bless the men and women in love and bring me a song "Lan Ruo Ci". I hope you like it.
Now that this life has been missed
Tell me what you dreamed.
Your love is a mistake.
I seem to remember.
How many rounds of the trapped man
Pueraria lobata is crawling all over Lan Ruo again.
Moonlight veils, night wind and spirit waves
D what happened
The palm line is broken.
Like ghosts drifting by
Get involved too much
A tear slipped down.
Deliberately touch the v candle
I almost forgot to meet.
Worry is hard to break.
Love is mottled like a paper umbrella.
V wrote too much loneliness when writing a serial.
If I miss it in the afterlife.
What will Lanruo Temple remember?
When the dust settles, the flowers and fruits settle.
How can I hide?
Who is humming in the night fog?
Sometimes calm and sometimes tortuous.
Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming
be done
The palm line is broken.
Like ghosts drifting by
Get involved too much
A tear slipped down.
Deliberately touch the v candle
I almost forgot to meet.
Worry is hard to break.
Love is mottled like a paper umbrella.
V wrote too much loneliness when writing a serial.
You should always remember
Once confused by love
Mortals are always reluctant to give up.
I have loved and hated, and that’s all.
Partial d looked back and moved the demons.
This hundred years of loneliness