In the bar, Yang butterfly holds the bottle and pours the wine one by one. The spicy liquid brings her no bitterness, it seems that she only has the pleasant and vivid comfort.

She didn't know how many drinks she had, and the scene began to blur from clarity.

At the moment, she wants to cry, but she doesn't know who to cry for. Is she looking for Tian Feifei? I'm afraid she's in love with Ouyang tomorrow morning, and other friends have long been disconnected since the birth of their children.

Oh, Yang Die, it's really sad for you to give up so many opportunities for a man to...