Zheng Wusheng had a crush on Fang Zhiyou and had a crush on him for five years.
The third year of high school is like a year, and I will occasionally feel lucky.
Zheng Wusheng has seen the perspectives shared by secret admirers on the Internet. Without exception, the comment areas are not so harmonious and friendly.
So much so that her crush was perfectly polite.
No one knows except yourself.
Who would have thought that later she would lead her to introduce him to her friends familiarly: "This is a poker friend."
Friend: "Huh?"
Fang Zhi shook hands politely and added: "She has three shortcomings and one good match."
Later, every year during the Chinese New Year, Zheng Wusheng's pole blossomed into a dragon, and Hu got a good hand.
The New Year days seem to be particularly dazzling.
I only play mahjong once a year.
Zheng Wusheng, this scumbag, misses you only once a year.
The intention is to trace the route and follow it, but the road is long and blocked.
