Yuan qianqin didn't move, but the red skirt woman standing next to yuan qianqin moved.

"Xiaolan?" Yuan qianqin whispered.

"what? Are you the one who doesn't have a job? " Shen Qianyu saw Huang Xiaoxiang for a long time and didn't answer his questions. He thought of seeing him wearing a skirt on yuan qianqin's balcony that day, and laughed loudly.

“Dream？ Why are you here? " Ye Xiaolan went to Huang Xiaoxiang and asked.

“Dream？”

"is he dream?"

"it's true, it seems."

"yes, he is dream."

"he's so handsome, I think he's familiar."

"Oh, no, I want to take a picture with him."

"I'll go first. I've found out,...