The glory of the king's Short Story: The story of Zhao Yun asking for help from Diusim and giving himself psychological counseling.

Cloud's eyes showed panic. He stared helplessly at the story of diusim, and it seemed that he was on the verge of collapse. Diusim's story comforted softly: "Brother Yun, don't worry, speak slowly." Then he pulled Zhao Yunjin into the door, and Zhao Yun held the hand of The Story of Diusim tightly. Timidly asked, "will you help me with the story of my sister diusim?"

The story of diusim went to the living room and brought two cups of coffee. He said calmly, "Brother Yun, don't worry, I will help you." Zhaoyun took a sip of coffee, frowned and paused for a few seconds. Then he said in disgust, "Sister Dixim's story, do you have boiled water at home?" Coffee tastes terrible. "

The story of diusim didn't expect her coffee to be despised by guests. She poured a cup of boiling water at Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yunxiao smiled. Because I feel very comfortable here. Also unconsciously put down the alert.