He Chong saw Qian San holding something in his hand from a distance. He frowned slightly, and when he walked in, he realized that he was holding flour in his arms, or a large bag.

"Boss."

The mouths of the flour bags were casually coiled together, and he blew a little flour with his speech, spraying a pale patch on his cheeks.

He choked on a few nasal buzzes, and he sneezed a lot.

The vicious circle usually brings up some flour again.

He Chong frowned in disgust, raised his hand and raised the flour floating in the air.

"I asked you to buy flour in the past?"

"It's not!"

Qian Sanyi spoke and blew more flour straight at He Chong, and his brows were tight when he was angry

Chapter 80 of "Tian Ci Liangyuan: Hou Ye Raises a Baby and I Sing": A big victory is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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