"Chen Jiu, you're here just right. You're talking about it!" Dreams like flowers can not help but a happy moment, and then Chen Jiu calls in. Whenever she sees this figure, she is always comfortable.

"Master, I don't know what you're talking about me?" Chen Jiu asked with a smile.

"What? Are you afraid we can't speak ill of you?" Dreams like fancy eyes, deliberately tease.

"Of course not, I am not afraid of the shadow of Chen Jiusheng crooked, Frank life, nothing terrible!" Chen Jiulima is the self-channel of his face.

"It's still a bit modest, Chen Jiu, I know everything about you and the stars, but you don't...