Yang Zihua didn't say much later, and walked into the elevator, Zhuang Rui froze in place, and the pain in his heart spread to his limbs.

When Yang Hua came to open the door, there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and the traces on her body were so obvious that Yang Zihua was red-eyed. He clenched his fists, the green tendons on his forehead flare, and he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

What is he in Yang Hua's eyes? A spare tire, a comfort, but a joke.

Yang Hua blocked the marks on his neck with his hand, and looked away, not daring to look at Yang Zihua's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was small, but firm, and between them, the unspecified promises were only in the village......

"He is gentle himself" 090 Let me know how much you like me every day I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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