"I want to eat pork ribs with clear water." The suppressed and quiet atmosphere inside the car was suddenly broken by the irrelevant words of Jo Rubing.

"Hmm?" Ye Chengdao, who was in pain just now, did not understand the meaning of Qiao Rubing's words for a while, even though he had heard them.

"I said, I'm going to eat pork ribs, don't you say you love me? Can't you make me a plain pork rib? Jo Rubing stared at Ye, and her sexy little mouth pouted slightly. It was arrogant.

I'm going to your grandmother's God, I'm willing to play until you die, right?

Ye Cheng almost roared up...