Shangpintang, in the courtyard of Villa No. 1, Zhang Wenyuan was basking in the sun.

It's late autumn, and the sun is shining on my body, as if I am wrapped in a pair of warm hands, which is still quite comfortable.

It's still the familiar tune, eating fruit while humming a little song, which is very pleasant.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket rang.

He answered and asked, "Old Seven, what's the good thing?"

"Mr. Zhang, we are in trouble at the Dorsett Hotel, there are two ancient warriors who came out of nowhere, they are very arrogant, they called the girl and didn't give money, and they beat our security guards down."

Hong Laoqi complained.

"What do you mean, tell the girl not to give money?"

Zhang Wenyuan

Chapter 207 of "Urban Medical Martial Supreme" Funny Tiantuo Peak is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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