Wang Qi turned a white eye, did not want to let his ears and heart be poisoned, had to stand up and walk to the door, looking at the door of the elder Zhang and his wife's high-spirited appearance, and then looked at the eyes of Zhang Zhao's serene expression, my heart can not help but laugh.

Looking at the man standing next to Zhang Miao, he looks like he is in his early thirties. A man of one meter and seventy-five is OK, but his fat body is somewhat disharmonious. The big beer belly looks like a pregnant woman of six or seven months.

Wang Qi can't help exclaiming...