When you want to wander, no splash is innocent
Fu Lang, a well-known social tyrant and social phobia person in the industry, rarely went down to earth to participate in a company team building. When he got off the plane, he found that his fellow social bastards who had been killed were left alone on the streets of the third world, euphemistically called: investigating user needs.
There was no mobile ticket or card left, and only the route map, passport, fifty US dollars, and the 140-count fine satin three-piece suitcase that I brought in my suitcase were left with me...
Fu Lang looked up to the sky and screamed, about to surrender.
Hey, why is there a stray dog with six-pack abs over there?
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Liang Duoxian lay on the surfboard and glanced at the noble man next to him who was seriously paddling his dog: "Mr. Fu, the promised diving expert? Just... This?"
Fu Lang lifted a plastic mask from the sea, and the flippers with the Pleasant Goat print on them clicked for a long time before he stepped down and stood up straight: "What's the matter, snorkeling doesn't count as diving?"
Cool and heal, real fragrance transforms, no difference between attack and reception
Intention: what happens in islands stays in islands
