Tang Xuan, the goddess of temperament, is actually a humanoid barrage machine. Huang Mingyue, the unruly young lady who once traveled through Chenghou Mansion, finally liberated her nature.
"Why does tracking have so much baggage? This kind of situation only occurs when advertisements are placed in TV dramas. How much money did the three hamsters give you? I'll give you double it. Can you be more serious about it?"
All the servants were trembling with fear.
"It's a pity that the Golden Crow didn't discover the second sister in this award. An Jie, who has won the most disappointing actor for three consecutive years, knows how to use a few drops of eye drops in crying scenes. You can only moan when you pretend to be wronged?"
Huang Qingyue was trembling.
"Domineering CEOs are not popular nowadays, you know? I like the uncle type, the little wolf-dog type is also good, and the gentle male lead type is also great, do you know?"
Lin Zhaozhan (crossed out) said nothing, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
Huang Mingyue! ! ! So delicious!