C1329 A contest between men

Shen Huan, who was carrying a flower, walked in. After her delicate hands had taken care of it, the entire bouquet of flowers looked alluring and alluring. It was so beautiful that it could not be described with words.

"Rong Yue left?" Shen Lo asked.

"Right."

"How is it? This flower isn't bad, right? The more I look, the better my taste will be."

"Very pretty." Qi Jinjian said