The former hotel manager, who was kicked out of the hotel after completing his transcript with difficulty, dialed a string of overseas mobile phone numbers.
In a short video introducing another big-chested, broad-shouldered O bodybuilder, he confidently straightens his ample chest and smiles cheerfully:
"Just in case I showed you tonight, I'm still very good at cooking." Vuong Han smiled and said.
"I can't hold on for two minutes."
Why did you suddenly come here?
Bai Qi coldly interrupted his fantasy: "If I tremble or stutter, you have absolutely no chance to know me."
Fu Yichi's black pupils glanced fiercely, his voice was low and hoarse, as if his throat was broken:
“Vuong Han is much stronger than them.” The doctors glanced at each other.
Bai Qi stood up and raised his hand under Wang Fugui's surprised eyes, "It's me."
However, this excuse was in vain, the crowd of onlookers stood up one by one and surrounded them, some even picked up a stool and held it in their hands.
That's because skin is actually like a sponge.
Why are you so? People want to be discreet, so you must drag us to the police station tonight as witnesses?