"Snow fly?" Huang Xiaoxiang grabs his mobile phone and looks at the sender. Xuefei will not

Click to open the information. It's true that Xuefei sent a "B" letter.

"what are they trying to do?" Huang Xiaoxiang is not sure why.

"ah, I'm sorry, brother Xiang." When Huang Xiaoxiang put down his mobile phone and what they were playing with, he suddenly felt a pain in Meishan. Then he heard the makeup artist apologizing. It's my fault. Sorry, I don't play with my cell phone. " Huang Xiaoxiang knows that it must be his mobile phone that causes the makeup artist's mistake. It's not too early. It's more than eleven...