The people who posted the post took some teasing out of the way.
It is said that the family persecuted by the blue family has suffered a lot for eight generations.
This information is only regarded as some nonsense news. At that time, the information was mixed, and the administrator did not delete it. Instead, Qiao picked it out from the corner.
After listening to Qiao Jin's report, song Yanqing has a trace of smile: "it seems that I guess is also right."
Qiao Jin: "whether there is a mistake or not, we have to see the exact talent line. We can't judge just from the pictures we found."
Song Yanqing responded quickly: "in a few days it's the mother's birthday. They don't usually invite outsiders. The blue family is sure to be there. I'll take you there. It's me. They won't refuse."
Joe thought for a moment, "that's OK."
Make a surprise attack and observe it closely. Then you will know whether there is any problem with the blue family.
When Qiao was talking, she heard some slight wind and car noise over there. She was curious: "are you outside now?"
Song Yanqing's shallow voice came: "well, do something outside."
Qiao did not ask in detail. Song Yanqing said a few words and hung up the phone.
He's in a balcony restaurant, which is very high and has a view of the building below.
He also had a book in his hand, wearing glasses connected with golden silk thread. When he swayed, he was elegant and cold. Like a young lady sitting opposite to him, he looked straight.
She had been staring at him for ten minutes, her heart pounding.
This is the dream type of all women. She almost wants to have the courage and courage to ask for a phone number. However, a tall bodyguard standing in front of song Yanqing looks very difficult to get along with.
She had been stopped once when she wanted to go up.
The gentleman who came out of the painting did not even turn his eyes. He just looked at his book with concentration.
Not English, like other foreign books.
It's the best in the world.
"Hum -"
the arrogant roar comes from the bottom. The sound of sports cars is not unusual in big cities, but it can make people who like quiet be scared by no reason.
Song Yanqing's eyes did not blink. His slender fingertips turned over a page full of special fragrance, but what he saw in his ears seemed to be another world.
"Damn it - Joanna has to ask us to stay here for a few more days. The girls in China are still strong enough."
sitting on the red super run, a foreign man was talking on the phone, his voice was full of arrogance.
He stopped at the bottom of the building. "OK, OK, OK, I know. I'll come here when I pick her up. You can keep the goods for me, and we'll all be together later. Well, Joanna doesn't want us to smoke those things. If we smoke too much, we will have hallucinations. Can't our bodies carry them? Her brother is dead, and she's crazy now. She likes to meddle in her business -- "
when he said this, his eyes suddenly opened.
His eardrum suddenly seemed to be magnified countless times, and he heard the world's disorderly voice pouring in, which was enough to make him irritable and want to explode.
And in such an atmosphere, he suddenly heard a very light voice, with a soothing smell of low murmur, like the temptation of the abyss, and like an angel's Hymn, which people can't refuse.
"Drive, drive straight ahead, it will calm you down, you won't hear such noise again."
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