"Sit!" Fu Chengqian took a few steps forward, took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, found a glass, poured most of the glass, and turned his head to look at Feng Nianen.

Feng Nianen's back bones are cold now.

She could only sit down on the sofa obediently, her fingers stiff. Obviously, as soon as she entered the door, Wang Zhu turned on the heating inside, but she still felt cold.

Fu Chengqian carried the ......

Chapter 75 of "Bad Winter" Pay the price for your words It's a hand-hit, please wait a while,

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