"Cough Cough... "

Chu zhaoyue bent over and hammered his chest. He coughed so hard that his face was red and his neck was thick. He coughed so hard that it was a world shaking

on Muran's handsome face, which has been smiling for thousands of years, the natural eyebrow angle finally picked a little invisible radian, which can't be seen. He patted Chu zhaoyue gently and bent it into an arched back. He said with infinite emotion: "ah, boss Yue, don't worry, eat slowly. Although there are two cups here, they taste very good, but Don't worry. I won't rob you. Why are you still in such a hurry?...