Early this morning, Zhang Xin walked out of the small dilapidated house where he used to live wearing the clothes of the chief manager.

He turned his head to look at the small dilapidated house behind him where he had lived for a few months, and thought very regretfully, "I can finally live in this place!" That damn broken plank, that damn pillow with leaves and sand in it. There is also the quilt with wood chips and some small amount of cotton, which freezes from head to foot when I sleep at night!

I didn't dare to dream when I was sleeping, for fear that I was peeing in the ice and snow, and as a result, I stood and peed and suddenly became squatting, this feeling of vicissitudes......

Chapter 97 of "Feng Duhuang" It was a day of burning passion is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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