Fang Qingqing first met Gu Sheng on a rainy night when she accidentally saw a man from Gu Sheng's B&B holding a guitar on the Internet. His clear face even made her blush. Later, she asked the employees in Gu Sheng Hotel: "Isn't your boss singing by himself? I've been here for so long and I haven't seen him sing before." The employee shook his head and said sheepishly: "Actually, our boss can't sing, so he sent that photo because he thought his appearance could attract customers." Fang Qingqing secretly laughed in her heart, wasn't he the one who invited her? The man who was looking at the girl also thought in his heart, "I didn't expect that the first guest I invited would be my wife." He could give his life to her, even just to make her smile.
B&B owner—cute female college student
Intention: There are fifty strings on the brocade harp without any reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.