You Are My Fake Friend

Lin Xi graduated from high school and went to work in N city. As a result, he was caught by Jiang Yi who happened to be passing by. I entered the anchoring business directly. Three years have passed, and I haven't found a girlfriend, and I haven't made much money. My brother from my hometown called me. Ask Lin Xi why he doesn't want to go back and plant trees with him to get rich. Lin Xi was squirming, thinking about it. In summary: Because of his damn good friend Jiang Yi. Who would have thought that a black fan's backlash would force Lin Xi to recognize the current situation? Friends should stay within the boundaries of friends, and people have to live for themselves. But his good friend Jiang Yi immediately stopped wanting to do it when he knew Lin Xi was going to run away. What kind of friend is this? You are my fake friend and I am your boyfriend! 1. Host, CP Jiang Yi 2. Before the text begins, the two parties are friends or above. —————— Pre-collection of "The Vicious Villain Just Wants to Captivate the Protagonist" In the entire world of immortal cultivation, the Mingjian Sect belongs to the lower third-rate sect. Yan Ling is the sweeping monk of the sect. Standing after the age has passed, it is too late to build a foundation and the future is not bright. But on a snowy day, Yan Ling's broom swept out a handsome young man. He knew who the other party was, Su Ningyu, The real protagonist of this world, the son of fate, And he, Yan Ling, is the final villain BOSS in this book. —————— Pre-receipt of "The Background Board Isn't Successful" The story should have started on the day when Jiang Tianshun died suddenly—— Su Yao, who was happily married to him, was now helpless. Like duckweed swaying in the wind, Skin like snow, long hair like ink, Whether it is the sinister Demon Lord or the cold Immortal Lord, Whether it is a holy monk who has overcome tribulation or a noble human emperor, Everyone is enchanted by his beauty. Seeing that Su Yao had put on mourning clothes and started crying, Jiang Tianshun in the coffin opened his eyes, He lived. Concept: There are many kinds of likes, but there is only one taste of love