Mo ran leans on the willow tree and lets Chu zhaoyue seize his long blue shirt, which seems to have been ironed every day. It's so elegant that it can't work. It's full of laughter: "what's the fire for? Don't the boss often talk about increasing the popularity of Mo Li Ge? Now, people in the ten mile radius should have heard the news. Isn't this a good way to increase popularity? What's so angry about boss Yue? "

Chu zhaoyue is slightly shocked, and continues to work hard to ravage the first-class cloth: "yes, popularity! I'm afraid that people in this area of ten li think it's a ghost...