One day when Ye Yaoyao was 24 years old, her mother called her again and told her that her cousin's child, who was two years younger than her, could already call people, and asked her when she would get married.
At that time, she was teaching art in a middle school in the imperial capital. She had dinner with Xiao Yao from the dormitory next door, and sometimes Qin Wuying, who taught art with her, and the extremely beautiful principal Su Ran. Most of the time, she lived a comfortable and boring life. She felt that she would not have such a good life if she had a boyfriend.
After a few perfunctory words to her mother, she hung up and planned to go to bed. But someone rang the doorbell and told her that I was on vacation for three days in a row, so please take me in.
She felt deeply heartbroken when she looked at the tall, beautiful and well-made man in front of her.
This is a suave style, very suave, very suave, but every female man has a dream of being a young girl, so don't throw red paint when you scold me.
This is Rabbit's article. I've been putting it off for several years, deleting and writing, writing and deleting. She's probably despaired of me.