"Go," Butong bent his lips and looked at Shen Yan. "Where is Xia Qing, Shen Yan? If she has nothing to do with it, let her talk to me. "

Shen yannodded, "yes, ma'am, she's bored at home alone. I'll call her and ask her to come here."

"OK, let the money in to pick her up." Thank you, ma'am

...

in the apartment, the curtains are covered tightly, blocking the sunshine outside the window.

the dim yellow and ambiguous bedside lamp sprinkled on the disordered bed, Tang poetry slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to hold the tingling forehead, and felt that every corner of his body was...