Chapter 705: Little People
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pu Chelang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless flow of cars under the bridge, and was very depressed.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
At this time, Fan Yinshuang carried her bag up the bridge from the left staircase and went to Pu Chelang's side: "Mr. Pu." What a coincidence. How did you end up here? ”
Previously, Fan Yinshuang had been following Pu Chelang. Several times blocked the road of Pucheran.
Pulcheron turned around.
"Why are you here? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”
Fan Yinshuang approached.
"Don't talk about it, it's so dead. I think there is room for cooperation between us. You are a businessman. It won't be difficult to get along with money. ”
On the flyover near the hospital.
Pucherang, who looked lonely, looked at the endless stream of cars under the bridge.
I was very depressed and didn't know how to vent.
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