Wen Qiang actually grabbed the man's dark blue tie, wrapped it between his fingers, clasped his teeth tightly, and pulled it hard!

Two proud figures suddenly approached, and the tip of the nose almost touched the tip of the nose.

Tang Xu's pupils shrank violently, and his breath was deeply entangled with Wen Qiang's breath that squirted on his face.

In addition to Qiaoqiao, when did he, a high-quality man who has been single for 30 years, have he been so close to which woman?

Under the woman's warm red skirt, her undulating chest was pressed against his clothes one after another.

He could only stare into her eyes tightly, as if the handsome monk had met a sexy leprechaun, for fear that his vision would be half an inch lower than his thirty years of practice would be ruined.

"What are you... doing?" Tang Xu's voice was slightly hoarse.

Wen Qiang sneered, and found a bank card from somewhere, clamped it between her slender fingers, and used the card to pat the man's slightly flushed cheek.

"My money, sister, I have too. It's enough to support you until retirement. Stinky brother!"

Tang Xu's clear eyes suddenly became dumbfounded, and his heartbeat frequency was inexplicably chaotic, and his mind was blank for a moment.

"Don't think that there are a few stinky money. My master is a rich daughter and a top international designer. He is rich enough to rival a country. I haven't seen her as good as you," he said.

Tang Xu: "?"

Why does it sound familiar?

After the sound came, Wen Qiang threw the bank card on his leather shoes, proudly raised his small jaw, turned around and walked back to the car recklessly, driving the broken Ferrari and leaving.

Tang Xu looked at the pink sports car gradually disappearing into the dark night, and was stunned for a while, and suddenly curled the corner of his lower lip.
Chapter completed!