My Youth Began With Him

Then went to the Weibo of Song Yishi, and how long it took Song to return to China. In less than a month, the fans actually reached 5 million, which is staggering.

Song Yishi just updated a group of Weibo, which is a photo with Chairman Qin Qin.

With the text above - I was lucky enough to be a member of this family at the age of eight. Nowadays, Qin Dad Qin mother still treats me as I am, thanking me for everything I have today.

Then the next time I was brushed again...

"Goddess, you are so happy, I envy you."

"Poetry poetry... When will we give us some welfare? Give us a photo of the sale, I hope to see what the goddess sells?"

"Poetry, is the latest version of Cartier in your hand? Is there a sale in the mainland?"

"Song Damei, you are the most cultivated lady I have ever seen. I heard that you are a master of Chinese painting. When will you give us a show craft?"

"Goddess, I always think that you and Qin are the right people. You lived in the Qin family when you were eight years old. You should have a lot of funny things with Qin, tell us about it?"

Most of them are fans of Song Yishi. They hold her very much and think that she is very good.

Beautiful, rich, highly educated, and a master of Chinese painting, the most important is still gentle, always send some small warm text.

"I can't stand it, I want to vomit." Jiang Xiaowei said.

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable in the stomach...?" Huo Jin really thought she was uncomfortable and almost took the trash can to her.

"Oh, it’s not that I want to vomit. I saw that Song Yi’s poetry is so high that I want to vomit."

"Highest...hey?" The first time I heard the word, Huo Mian was a little embarrassed.

"I invented the word, the highest state of mind, the abbreviation to Gaochun, and her role for people?" Jiang Xiaowei asked.

Huo Mian smiled a bit. She knew that if Jiang Xiaowei didn't like anyone, it would be no good.

So Jiang Xiaowei asked again with the trumpet. "Since you have a good relationship with the Qin family, and you are called by the relatives and mothers, then Qin Chu is not you?"

"I said that you are enough, as for?" Huo Mian felt a little bored about Jiang Xiaowei's going to Song Wei's Weibo.

"I just can't get used to her."

"But the trick is also to force the class?" Huo Mian smiled and asked.

"How can it be the same? The trick is to make a low-key apprehension. Appropriate loading, she is 24 hours a day without dead ends, and it is not so good... I don’t think anyone can look at it with a mask. It’s really bad to her.”

Huo Mian didn't talk, just quietly drinking tea...

Jiang Xiaowei looked at Huo Mian Weibo again.

She confessed to the words of Tsangyang Gyatso, which was not long before. There are also tens of thousands of comments below, which is different from Song’s poetry.

It’s probably a hungry sleep here.

"You are so explicit confession, do you want to talk to Su Yu? No shame."

"Huo Mian, you are doing this, can you afford your husband? Slag woman."

"Qin Chu has paid so much for you, but you are indifferent and really do not like you."

"You can do it, cry out when you are divorced, make a rhythm of death, a woman who is emotional."

After Jiang Xiaowei finished reading, she immediately became a fire... She put the tablet on the small table.

"What's the truth... These black powders are all stupid? If you don't know the truth, you will follow the spurt. You also said that you are indifferent to Qin Chu's love. I am also drunk... If you don't care, you will marry Qin Chu? If you don't care, you will pull down your face to ask for a person in the GK crisis, go to the star, and make your own smoky makeup like a clown, go to the red carpet? You keep your husband, they are jealous, can't see? You have been with After Qin and Chu together, there are quite a lot of green tea. Before the river, there are Song poems after the moon. When you work, you have to deal with those scum women. They are already tired enough. Mom, these brain powders are still messy. spray……."