"Alas, I was going to invite you to a massage at night, but I didn't expect you to win more than me, so it's better for you to please!" Qian Qiang said with a depressed face.

"I don't care, go upstairs for dinner?" I asked.

"Forget it, I'm tired of eating every day, let's go to the tea restaurant, I know that there is a good pineapple bun!" Qian Qiang licked his lips and said.

Pineapple buns?

I seem to have seen it yesterday, but I've never liked things like bread, I'm from Bashu, and I like to eat spicy!

Macau's consumption is a bit high, Qian Qiang and I ate a few pineapple buns, had a meal, spent nearly 300 yuan, I'll go!

Qian Qiang took me to take a taxi, turned around, and it took a long time to reach a high school

Chapter 47 of "The Years I Was a Trader" reminds that I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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