Without hearing two sentences, Sulei was drunk. Her hand, which was just holding her waist, turned into a cuddle, and it was tightly cuddled. A feeling of happiness flooded into her heart, as if Hanzi had really become her boyfriend.

"Hello, girl, here we are, don't let go." While Sulei was still daydreaming, her bicycle stopped.

"So fast?" Some reluctantly got out of the car, took cotton plugs out of their noses, and earplugs out of their ears. There was still a hallucination in their eyes.

"Which class?" "Class 7 in Senior Three, Sulei, a student on loan." "12480 yuan." The 133 middle-aged financial professionals who wear gold-rimmed glasses do...