Huaishui

Shui Ziyan sent a text message to Cen Zhaohuai, and Cen Zhaohuai swiped his finger: [Pengci: What is the name of my fan?Drops of water, drops of water, salt? ? 】Cen Zhaohuai thought about it and sent it.Shui Ziyan was waiting, when he saw the text message coming, he quickly opened it: [Zhao Zhao: Huaishui. ] Shui Ziyan was almost as if he didn't know how to read. After reading it for a long time, after a while, he turned back with a slightly red face: Cen Zhaohuai waited a little nervously, and when he saw the reply, he twitched the corner of his mouth: [Pengci's: It's a hooligan. 】I sneaked in from the dark frontier, covered in blood and depressed, and ended up with the last glimpse of the rising moon and the evening sunset. The Huai water washed my body with mud and the light pierced through my chest. I was about to move, and Zhong Cen Zhaohuai was amazed that the old ruffian could write like this Then, I was stunned for a long time: "Shouldn't the end from one to the end be the end of the end?" Shui Ziyan swayed his legs casually: "No, it's the clock of love." The ruffian, the smelly stone in the latrine, said that he was bound to become the actor, so he came up with a bad idea: it was the first time Cen Zhaohuai saw such a fresh and refined way of touching porcelain, the man said he didn't want money, I just want to be an actor.The Boss of the Entertainment Industry Gong—Pretending to be the Subject and the Subject