Scene like snow frowned. At this time, how could Jing Fengying call himself?

It is clear that she first said her fault on the Internet...

"What's the matter."

Scene like snow light said, she is now for the scene home has been done.

After Jing Fengying was silent for a while over there, Jing Shixue was already impatient: "Nothing happened and hung up."

"Wait." Jing Fengying stopped her: "Now things on the Internet have evolved more and more serious, not as good as us."

She hesitated and saw her thoughts like snow.

"Would you?"

Scenery is like snow picking eyebrows. Over the years, Jing Fengying has been wary of himself...