The problem is that the boy shot quickly and fiercely. Last time, and yesterday, you all ... "

Cao Xiaojun did not wait for Feng Balu to finish speaking, his eyes immediately stared fiercely.

Feng Buzi no longer speaks, closed his mouth, sitting on a bicycle silently smoking,

Cao Xiaojun's face was ruthless, but he remembered the things that he was singled out with Xu Qing a few months ago, and he was afraid of the continuous afterwards.

He fainted him in one blow, he was not an opponent at all.

And yesterday, I didn’t have a good.

That's why I want people to find Xu Qing’s residence and want to find opportunities, Yin Xu Qing,

But at this moment, Cao Xiaojun felt that he did not even have the opportunity to move the yin behind.

As Feng Buzi said, Xu Qing's kid is not a mixed, real movement, he can't commit it for a horse Jinghong.

There are no other women in the Cultural Troupe, but a big deal.

I just thought of Ma Jinghong, Cao Xiaojun was panicked again.

After Cao Xiaojun smoked two cigarettes in a row, his eyes glanced at Feng Balzi coldly: "Roll!"

Feng Balzi didn't dare to say anything, just slipped on a bicycle.

He doesn't want to follow up with this matter.

When Cao Xiaojun saw Feng Buzi left, he was smoky, and stood alone in the hutong.

Since he and Xu Qing's bars, he lost his face twice, and he had not been able to take a little cheaper from Xu Qing twice.

The group of people gathered around, whether it is Feng Bald or a thin monkey, except for shooting horses, it is simply a rice bucket.

As for the father of being the head of the regiment, Cao Xiaojun knew that there was no possibility.

Even if I told, the old guy, no matter how good, do it, you have to do it first.

Cao Xiaojun knew that he would fight like this, and finally the unlucky may still be himself.
Chapter completed!