Langgu Zhi, a man with rich inner drama, who likes to pretend to be 13, and who will never admit that he is a lover.
The "life biography" that his evil mother made up for him a few years ago has slowly become realistic in his current life...
Although I don't know why his initial design was a fragile and tough beautiful boy of 172 cm, but looking at my height of 191 cm, whoever dares to find trouble will have the temperament of a sandbag. It can only be attributed to the change of my mother's xp (Zhi: I will never admit that it is mine!!)
On a sunny afternoon, Lang Guzhi killed the rice flower souvenir who wanted to take him as a hostage for the fourth time.
He was silent for a few seconds as he looked at the man who hurried over to save him from the fire and water in the original plot.
-Mother, is this the other way around?
The little doll standing on his shoulders confidently hugged his chest
-Azhi, you don't understand, follow the plot, follow the plot, as long as it meets the elements of the outline, it will be perfect! Everything else is just a cloud.
Intention: The past was the past, and the present is the present