When Zhao Bin went out, the sky thundered, and a flash of lightning broke the sky, as if to tear the dark sky apart.

"My words make God angry?"

asked himself, smiled and shook his head. Before it rained, he sat in Porsche.

Looked at He Jiaqian, who was sitting in the co-driver's seat. The other party was like a quiet kitten, resting on a chair with closed eyes and slightly undulating breasts, indicating that she slept very sweet.

Hearing the door, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Bin sitting beside him. His face turned red. "Are your friends all right?"

"It's not very good. The ribs are...