Knocking on the door, You Jing quickly came over and opened the door, "You're here, come in." ”

This is an ordinary residential building, the room is a simple three-bedroom living room, exactly the same as when I lived here, the living room is untidy, there are wine bottles everywhere, and the air is filled with a bad smell.

Jiang Jiu looked around vigilantly, put one hand in his bag, and gave himself a little courage.

"Where's Sun Weiwei?"

"That, Jiujiu, Mom

"Rabid Dogs" No. 183: Crazy is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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