The night is getting darker.

The yacht swayed slowly on the river, the men and women sat on the deck, and the champagne was opened bottle after bottle, and the smell of wine mixed with the smell of the river breeze made people feel more and more invigorated.

Fu Song stood alone behind the yacht, holding on to the cold side of the boat, looking at the sparkling river in the distance in a daze, the smoke caught in his fingers burned shorter and shorter, and the fire was clearly extinguished in the wind, and it was about to burn to his fingertips.

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Chapter 103 of "Out of Place" This must not fascinate the fifth brother to death? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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