An Yiran has lived for twenty years, and has always been nicknamed a little firecracker, but he refuses to admit it. He tries his best to argue with others: "I am so beautiful, how can I be a little firecracker! After all, it must be a fairy stick, and it is a top-quality product that costs five yuan a piece!"
On the first day that Bai Qirui took over the group, he heard Xiao Paoba howling through the phone: "Your Mr. Bai is fair, beautiful, and has a good temperament. He is rich in wealth and charming. What if I can't control him?"
Ye Wenhan, as a chef with one Michelin star, was also shocked by the brain circuit of Xiao Pao Zhan.
An Yiran faced the two male gods, and the beauty of the Qiantang River was about to burst its banks, but she held back her scissor hands and asked: "Am I so beautiful that I attract people to commit crimes, and that I attract people to be cruel and cruel!"
They all said that he lived a heartless life, but An Yiran knew better than anyone else that he was just a weed, worrying about clothing, food and clothing, and just looking at the stars in the sky every day.
But, who says there is no spring for little weeds? Who said that little weeds are loved by no one and no one wants them?