"I ascend the throne today... To grant amnesty to the world!
All delicacies from all over the world can be offered as tribute, regardless of class, and those with excellent taste will be given titles and titles!
Announcement: Liu Chan of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has entered the palace!
Why is the room so cold? Go and turn on the air conditioner for me! "
Wu Dazhi, who was on the screen in the corner, immediately stood up in excitement: "Fuck! You bitch, hurry up!
Your location is convenient for shooting. The heartless man is having a sweet dream again. I'll go talk to him! "
No one noticed that the Liu Chan mentioned by Fu Xinhan, their immediate boss, Manager Liu,
At this time, I was quietly preparing to watch a show at the door!
Wu Dazhi pinched his throat and cooperated as he walked: "Your Majesty, this servant is Liu Chan.
The air conditioner is on, so I will immediately turn up the temperature. "
Fu Xinhan was lying on the office chair with a bright smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.
My legs were crossed on the desk, with half a bag of uneaten potato chips still clutched in my hands.
On the T-shirt printed with "The Sorrow of the Rich Second Generation", there are potato chip dregs and a piece of potato chips soaked in it.
