The smoke and water are gone, and the fleeting years are secretly replaced by lovesickness. Lovesickness is confusing, beauty is easy to change, and clear dreams are hard to break.
Thoughts are speechless. How late will we meet? The intention is to rely on Lan, and I have been lying drunk for many years, and it is cold at night on the street.
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Who do you think I am, Su Moyan? The romantic young master Su Jiuye is known as a pear blossom weighing down a begonia and a romantic and romantic dragon lying on the river.
Su Jiushao glanced coldly at Lin Yanzhi, who was smiling brightly across from him, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Lord Lin, please don't look at me with such lustful eyes."
Lin Yanzhi's smile did not change and he said: "Master Su Jiu, if you don't look at me, you don't have to accept my gaze."
Su Jiu Shao slapped the table, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to do an inkstone, I don't love men."
"I don't like it either." Lin Yanzhi took a leisurely sip of tea and pretended to be surprised: "Ah, is it because you look like a woman, Ninth Young Master?!"
Su Jiushao was furious and overturned the table.
From then on, the romantic and wanton life of Su Moyan, the romantic young master, was turned upside down, oh no, it was beyond redemption.