Quickly Wear and Brew Love: Boss, Let Go!

Ranran, this is my first time reading your book, and I have also read your other plane book. Hehe, I really like you. Your subject matter is very interesting. This is the first time I have seen one with the theme of wine. As for me, I usually read planes, because sometimes I can see many interesting worlds in a book. I am a student and don't have much money, but I can still vote for recommendation. Hehe, please give Ranran a thumbs up ^3＾. ------------------------A short poem with the number of words I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. 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Ranran, I'm sorry. I've been following this novel for a long time, but I've never posted a comment. I feel like a passer-by who took advantage and walked away without giving me a thank you to the person who gave me something. I'm sorry, I know my behavior may make you even more angry when you are in a bad mood recently, but I have to say: this novel is great and very interesting. The female protagonist Mu Jiuyao is cute and queen-like, and the male protagonist... Is like a domineering president! As a nymphomaniac, I see love in my eyes, cough cough! I digress... When I saw the chapter about dolls, I was so embarrassed [covering my eyes] Well, I ate this dog food! When I saw the chapter on cute pets, I can only say that rabbits are the cutest! Mwah? Like I'm a little weird? (I'm not here to apologize!) When I see the entertainment industry, I want to say that it's great for female stars and managers to form CPs and so on! ...(I have lost my character) Forget it, although I am not expressing my gratitude to the author, I still want to say: Thank you Ranran for letting me see a good novel. Only a good novel will satisfy readers. So, thank you Ranran and feel sorry for Ranran... (Run away quickly, afraid that Ranran will attack me) A light flashed...

Time can make people give everything they have... As a die-hard Qiqi fan, I strongly recommend Brewing Love. Moreover, it is unreasonable to compare old books with new ones. There are many differences between Yueyue and Yaoyao, and the stories are also very different. But I like it all the same. . The more I read this book, the more I like Yaoyao. Qiqi's portrayal of Yaoyao is really successful~ She is not pretentious or pretentious, and has clear likes and dislikes. She can be free and easy, and she can also bring disaster to the country. She can be calm and reserved, or she can be charming and charming. She can have a dazzling smile and an amazing aura. She can be as rogue as a ruffian, or she can be cold and cold. She is a queen with an amazing aura. She was the light that illuminated his world. Her laughter was extremely clear. Her face is so seductive. She was... His heart, his bones.

As a second-year junior high school student, I can say that I really don't have much money, but in order to support Qizi's new book, I reluctantly donated the last bit of money in my wallet to Qizi's new book. (I cried out loud when I saw my empty wallet.) Although I was already bored, I accidentally laughed out loud when I saw the second place on the fan list. First, what is that? Sooner or later, this baby will take the number one position. As a person who has been reading old books on Qizi for a while now, I can proudly say that I am already a senior fan of Qizi. Qizi Kulai, come and eat this fan of my baby, wash it off and wait. I remember that I fell into the trap in the third story in Qizi's old book, the chapter about the good-for-nothing lady. Really, it was as deep as the sea, and I was eating dirt from then on. After Qizi's old book was added to V, I did not go online to read it like other books, but subscribed to read it. It was really the first time in my life that I subscribed to a book. After that, I started my first long-term journey of eating dirt. Unknowingly, Qi Zi's old book is almost finished, and Qi Zi and Qi Zi have also become mature and mature. Finally, Qizi, I want to say that the weather is getting colder, so you should pay attention to your health and rest, and don't get too tired from updating books. I will also support your new book! Momo lay╭(╯ε╰)╮

Habit? It wasn't his fault that the male supporting actor felt used to it, it was his fault that he didn't realize in time that he loved Gu Yan. It was his fault that he broke Gu Yan's heart and chose the heroine without hesitation. If he misses the male partner, then he will miss it. Anyway, although Gu Yan loves him, Gu Yan has a better one. It is just a sad memory for her, but the male partner will definitely regret it. Hum╭(╯^╰)╮

This is the second time I really like an article. The heroine's character is very distinct. Although I didn't read it very seriously, I really thought this article was great. It's probably because I didn't take it very seriously, so I can't give you any practical suggestions. But this is really nice! Especially the one about the entertainment industry. The original author of the original text really made me feel bad. When I saw the little description of the original author of the original text, I seemed to see a little bit of myself in her. 'Deliberate changes will cause the character to collapse. ' In elementary school, I was relatively withdrawn and found it difficult to integrate into the circle of girls. But he is not the kind of person who is isolated - our class has never been isolated. Occasionally I would say hello when I met him, but I didn't know him very well. Several classmates went home together. Later, they slowly finished leaving. There were a few classmates left. I didn't know them very well, so I didn't dare to join them in the discussion. Later, because of the school anniversary, I integrated into the circle of girls, and they are really nice! Later, when I entered junior high school, many of my good classmates left, and naturally I became lonely again. Later, when I got a little older and became more sensible than before, I would shamelessly squeeze into a circle of perverts. Note: The word "sexy woman" here is not meant to be derogatory! In fact, this circle is not big, just her, her, and me. We talk about interesting topics together - even if some of them are dirty. The three of us didn't mind it at all. Later, on December 13, the history teacher showed us a short film. She has a carefree personality, and to be honest she is the most carefree among the three of us. The content of the short film is very sad - actually it is not sad, but this short film made our whole class feel happy. It's about the Nanjing Massacre. She was just outside the corridor, hugging the other one and crying on her shoulder. That's why I thought it was really heartbreaking for such a good girl to cry. Later I cried too. But not because of that short film. I suffered from mild depression at that time, but it was only later that I discovered that I had this condition. I often cry alone in my room. At that time, I really wanted to find someone to rely on. She relies on her, but I have no one to love and care for me... I was really low on self-esteem during that time. In my heart, I think the original owner of this article about the entertainment industry is the same as me. No one understands him. He obviously just wants everyone's care and love... People always like to combine things that look like themselves with themselves. After talking so much, there is nothing left to say. I'm also quite selfish. It was a comment, but I just wanted to use it to express my thoughts. My wife and I are fine. Author, you should work hard and update the article. So this is actually of no use. If you want to delete it, delete it. Recommended votes are given.

The pillow is resting on the painting, the Yao Qin is playing all over the place, looking back at the Xiaoxiao and the fierce wind, and the fallen swallows return to the ancient couch. I want to cut off the end of the world with my sword, just to exchange for your smile like a peach blossom.

Come on, come on, come on

I really like the author's writing style, which gives people a refreshing feeling

At first, I thought the male protagonist was dressed as a great saint, hahahaha (Imaginative JPG)