At the end of the day, Feng Beiling's assistant was about to drive his BMW home, and as soon as he opened the door, the strong smell of durian came to his face.

Isn't he the one who hates durian the most? In the past, I was so picky that I couldn't stay in the lounge when I smelled a little durian, how did I stay in the car?

Early the next morning, Graceland.

Dark clouds are rolling in the sky, and a torrential rain is coming. The old lady's heart was sullen......

"Mr. Feng, You Got the Wrong Script" Chapter 35 You're sometimes You're hitting your hand, please wait a moment,

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