Mr. Lu, You Are Missing Me in Your Life.

Returning to her own 1990s, Lin Ruyue looked at everything in front of her and wanted to cry. Her parents were here, she had space, and he was still alive. She bravely flirted with her male idol, but was flirted with by him in the end. "Hey, stay away from me, I'm afraid I'll blush." "That's not bad. I like it when you blush." Lin Ruyue stared at the domineering gentleman in front of her, Mr. President. What other label can be used to describe him. But the progress of the relationship was a bit slow, and I didn't even wait to confess. "Lu Mingchuan, I like you." "Woman, it was a man who said this. Just wait." "I waited until I was 20 years old." "When I can get married!"