He, Shangguan, went to chop down the tree with a knife. He was a handsome man with handsome eyes, graceful demeanor, as cold as ice and as cold as a deep pool, intelligent and wise, chivalrous and tender, with a jade tree facing the wind, a long body and a straight back, an evil and arrogant smile, an evil and sycophantic smile, like a devil and an illusion, and warm as the spring sun. Murong, an ordinary woman who is in charge of the global economic line of sow production, is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of a closed moon. She is dignified and elegant, elegant and generous, beautiful and intelligent, with a wise and orchid heart, like a wade and a flower, like a fairy, with extraordinary temperament, beautiful but not charming.
She concealed her identity just to live a normal life, but she was willing to expose her identity for him.
In the red thread of fate, the fate of the two of them has been entangled and confused. Is all this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature? Please enjoy watching the sand sculptures of unscrupulous authors.
Intention: Happiness