Now, I still want to use the name of the landlord to do some tricks. What a ridiculous idea!
Could it be that Zheng Yongxun thought that Xiaozhao was just a pampered young man who could be dismissed with just a few dollars?
Kevin was there, and after he chuckled silently this time, he was stunned for a long time. A long, long time.
That's enough. In ten years, I haven't heard of anyone wanting to compete with you.
His hands were still tightly squeezing Xiaozhao's thin body lying on his knees to prevent it from slipping away, as if he was holding him... No, it was not like anything else. Now, there seemed to be something in his hands that he had to use all his life and soul to hold down and stay. This is no more valuable than a few valuable cake shops and a few excellent employees, which can be saved with just some business talent and labor time.
He didn't know how to describe the feeling that the place his fingers touched now, Xiaozhao's waist and abdomen, brought him. It wasn't sensational, let alone desire, it was just very real.
Or any part of Xiaozhao's body and the entire world he has arranged for Xiaozhao, the entire world he lives and breathes, every piece and every square meter, the satisfaction and happiness that have been within reach for so long. What if the plates that represent reality move quietly?
He suffers because he is not stupid, he is sane.
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