White Face

On New Year's Eve, when Dr. Lu, who was always gentle and courteous, passed by a femme fatale who was on an intravenous drip, he suddenly stopped, waved his sleeves, and left a bag of bread. On New Year's Eve, Lawyer Yu, who has always been venomous and cruel, encountered a "lost child" who was a good actor, and for the first time, he meddleed in his own business and got a couplet. From then on, Dr. Lu's originally flat and broad road was abruptly reversed and became tightly entangled with a crooked, muddy path full of thorns. The poppies that grow on the cliffs but pray for light in their hearts × the little sheep that silently guard the poppies Everyone knows that the flower language of the poppy is a gorgeous and noble love of death, but few people know that the poppy also longs for hope. Situation: Lawyer Yu, who has always been as arrogant as a queen, was recently driven crazy by a little sheep! This little sheep was like an angel that suddenly appeared in her dark life. It dispelled the haze in front of her with its dazzling brilliance and sucked all her attention away. However, this little sheep would only give silently, regardless of the Queen's various express hints. She pushed hard, but he was as tough as iron; when she was gentle and gentle, he remained unmoved. Queen Yu snorted coldly, who is not a face-saving person! He was unwilling to take that step, and she was unwilling to twist that melon, so that everyone could get together and part ways, and thirty years later they would be strangers again. But just when Queen Yu was about to give up, the little sheep silently increased her tactics. Queen Yu was so angry that she got drunk, took the little sheep's cell phone, broke into the little sheep's house, pointed at him and cursed. "Who asked you to use my photo as wallpaper! When did you secretly take the photo? Why is the mobile phone password my birthday! You also said you don't like me!" Queen Yu scolded her like this. Seeing that the little sheep had to live alone in silence, she felt anxious. She understood Oscar's truth almost instantly. Crocodile tears filled her eyes. She looked at someone with grievance and whispered softly: "Lu Xingzhi, you bully me." The little sheep's wool trembled violently, and the gourd that had been beheaded long ago finally opened. He resignedly coaxed the poppy in front of him that had been on the top of his heart for a long time, "I was wrong."