The foam white waves, the poetry whisper has long been well-informed.

Bah!

Wrong.

The foamy white waves pushed the two of them away.

With the cheers of cheers, Jiang Cheng gradually surpassed President Cheng by a head under everyone's nervous gaze.

Shi whispered, and the little hand clenched slowly relaxed.

Although she believes in her boyfriend very much, she is still a little worried that the game is not over.

Wang Rong, who was standing next to her, made a horn with both hands and shouted.

"Come on, President Cheng, Shi Qingyu has already said, as long as you win, she can accompany you to dinner."

Suddenly, President Cheng seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and he actually ......

"Angry landlord, my sister's best friend wants me to confess!" Chapter 562, the poem whispers like this Come on is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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