When she was 17 years old, Shen Zhiyu met a boy who was arrogant, domineering and arrogant. I just remember the day they met, his brother parked the car in front of Shen Zhiyu and asked her for her contact information, but Shen Zhiyu just smiled and said, "I just won't give it, alas, I'm just playing." Shen Zhiyu's eyes fell on Xu Jiawen, a boy sitting behind the little sheep. Xu Jiawen just took a puff of cigarette and said impatiently: "You took so long to ask me for my contact information. Hurry up and wait for me to punch you." "Brother Jia, if she doesn't give you her contact information, there's nothing I can do about it." Li Yihao just rolled his eyes, "I can't even ask for my contact information, and I'm still hanging out with Brother Jia. Get lost. It's useless." After they drove away, Lin Geyu looked at his slowly disappearing figure.
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