The Luck Fairy Rebirth

Jiang Cheng laughed and nodded, "this girl is really stupid, but a silly woman is the most lovely. She is so naive that I can't help but look at me with a new look."

Zhan Yunting looked at Jiang Cheng with the same eyes as a fool and said in a low voice: "I mean those people are really stupid. They impose on me what they can't do. It's not just carnival, it's stupid

Zhan Yunting said that he changed Jiang Cheng's mobile phone number to go up. After forwarding the microblog, he wrote a few words, then logged out and threw it back to Jiang Cheng.

"What did you write?" Jiang Cheng is curious. Zhan Yunting looks at the bright moon outside the window and ignores him. Jiang Cheng himself opened up to find out.

Zhan's official Bo Xin wrote on his micro blog: he is not the richest man in the world, and he doesn't think of lust.

Jiang Cheng: "poof..."

Shentemo is not the richest man in the world. Shentemo doesn't think about lust.

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Then one piece:!!!

Finally, someone can't help but blow up: God!! It seems that the president of Zhanda sent it by himself!! Please don't try so hard! Give other business tycoons a way to live!

Some people in the business community who love to join the party have left a message: President Zhan, leave us a way to live.

Jiang Cheng glared at Zhan Yunting and quickly said, "I didn't expect President Zhan to be so kind. I have to see what kind of immortal she looks like."

Jiang Cheng ran to spy on the girl's microblog called "phoenix is Yankong". However, there was no photo in the microblog. Jiang Cheng looked around and said, "nothing. The profile of Weibo is very interesting. It's a poem."

Zhan Yunting is not curious, but Jiang Chengfei wants to read it to him.

"the wind is fine, and the leaf is Indus." The first taste of green wine, people easily drunk, a pillow small window deep sleep. Crape myrtle Hibiscus Flower remains, but the setting sun shines on the appendix. The silver screen was slightly cold last night Jiang Cheng picks eyebrow: "what poem comes, the ear is familiar."

"Yan Shu, qingpingle." Zhan Yunting was too lazy to despise Jiang Cheng. He said in a cold voice, "no learning, no skill."

Jiang Cheng was withered and indignant.

He was one year older than Zhan Yunting. He never called him brother, but he always hated himself. Is high IQ great?

Well, it's amazing.

Xia Xingchen saved a circle of battle cloud Ting's photo, satisfied back to the micro blog, a back to find the news exploded, Xia Xingchen a Zheng, suspicious frown: "what's going on?"

Xia Xingchen opened and looked around. At the beginning, she understood it. Some people laughed at her innocence. How could she not understand it? The painting style changed suddenly.

"Watching the women who were lucky by the president of war!"

"Watch, watch!"

"Where the devil are you? How dare you collude with my president Zhan!"

Xia Xingchen three faces muddled force, hurried to his message of the official blog to find out.

Then she saw the latest tweet.

"Poof --"

Xia Xingchen sprayed. She really didn't expect Zhan Yunting to post such a micro blog, and he would not be the one who made such a micro blog.

Imagine Xiazhan Yunting's good-looking face, imagine that he uttered this sentence very seriously and indifferently, with the voice that reached the freezing point.

I don't know why, Xia Xingchen's ears are red.

"Don't think about lust..." Xia Xingchen turns over and stuffs himself in the quilt and murmurs: "when you meet a beautiful woman, you still have to think about it. It's not good to hold back for a long time."

For example, I'm pretty.

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