Tang Huan opened his mouth with difficulty, feeling the illusion of licking blood at the tip of a knife.

In this way, the Qin aunt served Tang Huan and ate half a pear before putting down the fruit knife: "If you want to play in the future, don't explain it. I don't like to listen."

"It's really not--" Tang Huan's face was full of struggle.

"How is the injury?" the Qin aunt asked casually without taking the blame. "Do you want to go back to Beijing to recuperate?"

Tang Huan shook his head and said, "There is no big problem, most of them are skin trauma."

The Qin aunt nodded lightly: "It's indeed a skin trauma. Otherwise, it wouldn't be taking off your pants, but breaking your stomach."

“—”

This was explained so fuckingly, and it was so alarmist.

If this is not explained, you should pick up a fruit knife and just remove yourself from a large amount of money?

Women, they are all poisonous women.

One is more ruthless than the other. It is even more thrifty and tragic!

Tang Huan forced himself to smile and changed the subject and said, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"You are almost making a mistake in human ethics." The Qin aunt was very elegant and crossed her legs with domineering attitude. "I don't have to play a guest role as a virtuous assistant, so I'll get rid of your anger?"
Chapter completed!