Factory Manager: Your Majesty's Pecs Are so Exaggerated?

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, lowered my head deeply, turned off my phone silently, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Nongfu Spring, held it tightly in my hand, and slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my mood, heavy, very heavy, gradually , it started to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know whether it was me crying or the rain was getting heavier. It might be both. My mood became more melancholy. I could no longer suppress my inner emotions. I opened the window and shouted out the window: Just a few more chapters of TM. Who do you look down on?

I thought it was a fresh romance novel, but I didn't know it was a stud novel about a time traveler who collected various women in ancient times. I don't really like this kind of harem novel about collecting women from everywhere. (I have withdrawn it.) If you like it, book friends can continue reading.

It's pretty good. Just keep writing about people and it should be almost done.

The first reminder of the new year, the author, come on and give it to Ollie

Super pretty! Fine!

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