Qin Dan, a commoner, never imagined that after twenty-two years of smooth life, he would encounter a playboy like Zhao Peiqing. It goes around and around, whether it's drawing the ground as a prison or attacking and defending. In Hua Qianshu's urban struggling life, when she realized that the red thread in her hand was deeply knotted, she could only sigh to herself: It's rare to be confused.
A bottle of Coke creates a bond, and a piece of jade makes Guanyin thread a thread. Qin Dan: How could a good young man like me, who has five ideals and four beauties, the sun is just right and is about to bloom, fall in love with a guy like you, Zhao Peiqing, who is moldy on the inside and irritable on the outside? . . Big JP! !
Zhao Peiqing: Dandan, look, there are so many cities, so many intersections, so many cars, but you just hit mine. This is fate. Ah~~This is love~~~This is love~~~
Qin Dan: I think your broken voice needs our heirloom Qin's Ringing Ball Soup. .
Zhao Peiqing:. . . ! ! ! Dandan, you don't feel sorry for the Lun family at all~~~
This article is light-hearted, with occasional minor abuse.