It Doesn't Matter If It's Not Beautiful [Reunion]

As a boss, what kind of storms has Li Yiheng not seen? Nowadays, Vanity Fair is like walking on the plain, and he looks so handsome and unrestrained that he has no rivals. Therefore, he really wanted to live a life of luxury and ups and downs. However, Seeing my first love again makes me extremely jealous. Li Yiheng: "Did I set fire to your house in my previous life?" Zhong Ling: "Oh, then will I kill your whole family in this life?" The biggest thrill of being able to reunite with an old love is probably that there are endless old scores that the two of them have settled over and over again, but no result has been achieved. … Later, Li Yiheng's brain was blown out. The hospital was surrounded by people on the third and third floors. The lights were bright and the crowds were surging. He woke up, looked through all the hustle and bustle, waved to her slowly, and said the same words he said when he was seventeen: "Zhong Ling, come here, I brought you breakfast." For so many years, Zhong Ling always thought that his life was in difficult mode, and Li Yiheng never cherished him. And Li Yiheng has basically had no requirements for relationships for so many years, just her. Double cleansing/sweet and sour/pull/hard mouth/whispering New article: "Playing in the open, fishing in the dark" 100,000+ manuscripts saved, please collect and have the opportunity (deep bow) Jiang Lin never thought that someone would be so compatible with him. Whether it's the way she looks when filming, the coordination between the two of them when they're playing together, or even the angle she shows him when she's crying. Everything he likes. Jiang Lin's heart palpitated. The first reaction was to stay away from her.   After the walk was over, Jiang Lin returned to the RV first. Just as he was about to close the door, a shadow fell. The aroma flowed from the tip of his nose all the way down to the tip of his heart. The sky is dark and the wind is blowing the remaining leaves. He looked up and saw her drunken eyes. She raised her hand and took hold of his tie. With a little force on her fingertips, she wrapped the tie around her wrist. Their breaths touched each other:   "You're avoiding me." "Tell me, what are you hiding from?" — She counted the beats and stepped on his shadow. Enough to cover all Jiang Lin's transitions in the past five years. He went to the northwest to blow sand, and she was watching the clouds in the corner one kilometer away from that coordinate; he went to the pole to take pictures of snow, and she listened to the wind at the same longitude.   When fishing, don't be too hasty. Retracting and releasing is the rhythm of the hunter.   — It had been too long, and she thought Jiang Lin would not take any more proactive actions. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and Yang Mingshu ordered room service. When he opened the door, the male waiter held his hand aside. Not far away stood Jiang Lin, who had come in the rain, and a pair of eyes with turbulent undercurrents. He walked forward step by step, his eyes were heavy and his voice was hoarse: "If you don't want me, why don't you want to find someone else?"   "Yang Mingshu, you can't do this to me." Intention: Cherish the present moment without any regrets.