"I'm sorry!"

The beautiful waitress opened her big beautiful eyes, a small face with pear blossoms and rain, and reached out to pull Mo Fanyan's sleeve, "You just spare people......"

Which one are you playing?

The corner of Mo Fan's cigarette overflowed with a cold arc, and he looked coldly at the self-directed and self-acting man in front of him...

Chapter 154 of "The First Proud Poisonous Concubine": Who is rare! (5) In the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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