Vincent couldn't figure out her virtue today, and teased, "Where is this, how can I smell spring?"

"Be good at yours. ”

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Wan Jia had an outfield, her hair drooping to her lower eyelashes, and the hot wind blew over, which was stuffy and dry. Just before it was dark, I drove directly to a street, and the motorcycle stopped next to a dilapidated Volkswagen.

This façade is considered medium on this street, about ten square meters, and the store is quite tidy, waiting for two or three people, all of whom are looking at the cool time before going out.

The person who was holding a knife in his hand and was helping people cut their hair was called Yang Chao, forty or fifty years old, and his hands looked older than people.

Wan Jia is tall and has attracted attention before he walks in.

"Open on the Cliff" Chapter 35 Let's two okay It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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