The car stopped and looked out of the window at the Desire Western Restaurant. It looked at Fu Zhiyue puzzled. "Come here? Why?"

"Come on, get off."

"Why, you answer it."

"well,"

kissed again, the pain on the lips subsided soon, and was numbed again.

"Don't you like the food here?" Fu Zhimei was very proud to see his red lips being kissed by himself.

"Yes, I like it very much. It's just too expensive. Every time I come to eat, I feel heartbroken for a long time." Cover your chest and make a sad expression.

"With me, don't be heartbroken, just money. Your husband has money. Boy. "Kiss me...