To say so, I am by no means angry, nor is it the cynicism that you call experiencing the vicissitudes of life and seeing through the hearts of the people.

Miao Jane is a little baffled, he has arrived at the company, why do you still let her go down, just come up on the line?

Miao Jane's father disappeared when he went on an expedition in the wild a few years ago, and her mother always wanted her to find a good home, but she was unable to start a family for a long time.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Guo Wanan told everyone that Miao Jane was not only an excellent perfumer but also an excellent perfumer.

"I don't know if the wild vegetables picked outside are hygienic, so how can you let the director eat them casually?"

Female colleagues are all dressed up, Miao Jane can not help but complain about her dress today, how can she get Guo Wanan's favor?

Wei Lai, a man like the wind; Milan, a woman as delicate as sand, wind, and sand is supposed to be one, then they are destined to be affectionate around the world.

With the two books as the media, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and when they had a common topic, they seemed very congenial to chat. From Taiwan to the mainland, from clothing to wedding dress, from life to work, it was a pleasant trip.

Milan, a sunny, happy, talented little girl who is beautiful and slim, and writes beautiful articles, can be regarded as a little famous in Chifeng, her hometown.

Some people say that as long as you write 675 letters to the one you love, you can be together in the afterlife. I don't know if you believe it or not. I believe it.