On the first day Lin Wanru moved into the love apartment, coffee was accurately poured on Zeng Xiaoxian's new shirt. "My Armani limited edition!" Zeng Xiaoxian screamed. She calmly took out her business card: "Psychological counselor, specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction." That night, the listening rate of Zeng Xiaoxian's program plummeted, but she heard her own recording in the apartment. "You speak faster than an old lady's foot wrap, and you laugh like an expired can." He was about to storm off, but Lin Wanru pushed the coffee over with a smile: "Rerecord it, I'll teach you." Hu Yifei, who was eavesdropping outside the door, crushed the door frame: "Zeng Xiaoxian, you actually let the new guy treat you?"
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This is my number one love apartment fan fiction! Well written, love reading it!
It's very beautiful [Like] [Like] [Like] It just feels a little depressing [Explore] But there is no doubt that it's beautiful [Sending my heart] [Sending my heart] [Sending my heart]