Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

"Oh!"

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, at least don't let this bald head hit, it's too ugly!"

Huang San stroked his thinning hair, and said angrily, "Why are you talking nonsense with your eyes open!"

So, he played even more vigorously!

As a result, the next day, she vomited more.

Looking at the number given, Duan Yu couldn't help thinking of a sentence - "golden belt for murder and arson.".

They operate in Xizilou, covering a lot of properties, but the money they earn is relatively shabby.

Compared with what Chen Ziyun spit out, it is really too shabby!

The so-called hard money is too hard.

So much so that Duan Yu was thinking, if he made something more, he might as well grab the owner of the Rose Palace as well.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Because it is no different from a robber.

Duan Yu is upright, how can he be a robber?

So he confessed to Huang San: "Keep beating, I think she can squeeze it out."

Huang San's eye circles were black, but his eyes were bright. He said, "I think so too, so let's fight again!"