Straight ball player Ji Feng × Prairie Vinegar Wang Yunhe
At the end of the holiday, two wealthy men came to the street.
Yun He went to the street to solicit customers for his little pony without saying a word. He coaxed and persuaded the rich to come to his racecourse.
One of the big guys has an interesting name - Monsoon.
The season of the season, the wind of the kite.
Ji Feng mounted the horse elegantly and said to him, "I don't know how to ride, so you can lead him."
Yun He: "?"
I bet you just practiced getting on and off the horse.
After three laps around the racecourse, Yun He made two thousand angrily with tears in his eyes. Is this a horse? This one is the God of Wealth.
Ji Feng, the God of Wealth, also figured it out.
Now that it comes, then...
Damn.
Don't even have a place to live? He's a piece of shit. Let's choose a clean place and become a tramp!
As soon as Ji Feng took a look, he saw a local man leading a horse.
Okay, let's live with it.
So, Yun He once again made two thousand five thousand angrily with tears in his eyes!
"What's in the sky?"
"Birds, smoke, clouds, airplanes."
"Oh, and the sun."
"Actually, there is more..."
"What?"
"It's windy."
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