The men of the Chen family have a habit of living next to the stairs, because they think they can be the first to notice any emergencies and protect the women in the family.
Yu Moliang covered his nose and said to the smelly, sweaty man with a look of disgust on his face: "Excuse me, sir, this is a beauty salon, and the hotel is on the next street. Don't go wrong next time when picking flowers."
He Yanxu kept explaining coaxingly, but he barely raised his finger and swore to the light that I was sincere and sincere.
This woman doesn't seem as cold as she appears, but she is a bit interesting. Zheng Haoqiu looked at her with deep meaning, her long flowing hair, her delicate face, and her simple denim outfit. When she breathed in gently, she could smell the faint scent of beauty products.
A greasy-mouthed woman and a virtuous wife and mother-type man, and the two men and one woman standing stunned at the stairs, had a fierce eye contact with each other.
In an instant, everything was stormy.
Once upon a time there was a proud little white cat, Virgo, named Street
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