A bit agitated, don't fight here, Feng doesn't want to walk with him in the dark because this person is really troublesome. Once infected, it's like the erosion of maggots, impossible to shake off.
I know he's a black enemy, and when his fingers disappeared, a US dollar was flying around his free ear. Well, you know, it's annoying to knock it down without a slap.
The taxi stopped at the Bo Family gate, and after getting off, Ye Fengsheng's voice attracted the attention of a bright red sports car from the past.
The streamlined car was full of impact, instead of the sound of tea and Fengsheng. If he liked this familiarity, because the car passed from Japan, the car was right.
"Ye Fengsheng."
Otherwise, the door opened, and the woman in clothing came out to greet Ye Feng.
Ye Fengwei looked at the bloodstains on the forehead and cheeks and said, "How can you do this?"
"Haha," he said.
