Lingyu's Frightening Dream Locks Dry Glory

One is a tycoon in the financial industry, and the other is a senior officer in the Military Command Bureau. How can I get you who loves my opponent? This is a sadistic article written during the Republic of China. Many of the historical parts in it are borrowed from real facts, and many are fabricated. People with a cautious attitude treat it as watching a play, a dream of two people, a rise and fall. "I feel sleepy in spring, tired of traveling and enjoying, and I don't want to sleep with incense and embroidered quilts. Spring scare! Beautiful sunny day. If you want to spend your remaining life, you will have to ask Heaven! " Excerpts: [The question has finally been asked. Han Xinwu curled her little finger and twisted it gently, and a small amount of light yellow smoke paste slid down the bridge of her nose and into her throat. He doesn't smoke on weekdays, that is, when he is in a good mood, for example today... Although his skin was as cold as immersed in ice, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. Xinwu took a towel to wipe it with, but suddenly as if he thought of something, he slowly grasped the corner of the towel and made an orchid finger. His figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Xinwu rarely wore long gowns. Luanfengpu's handiwork was pampered, but he could still embellished a light green lotus flower on the collar vividly. Now that he looked at it, he felt that it had a unique style. With clear eyebrows and a cold face, a smile slowly appeared, but it was like the snow on the cold pine trees had melted. Xinwu felt a little crazy at first when he looked at himself who was so out of touch with the world. ]