Bo Jichuan came to the toilet alone and looked at the mirror in front of the washing table. The bright mirror reflected his appearance, but he felt that the figure in the mirror was a little strange.

since when has he been so busy that he can't even look at himself?

Li Jiaren still believes in ningzhiyuan as before, and his sweet smile only blooms for ningzhiyuan alone, and his chest is restless. I don't know when he began to admire Ning Zhiyuan's simple and innocent smile.

he took out a cigarette box from his coat pocket, took out a cigarette, took it casually to his mouth, lit it, took...