Li Hang thought that he had not written as many words as he could when he was growing up on the bus. They are delivered by private cars, or they drive by themselves.

"But..." The little beauty tightly stood beautiful, muttered her delicate lips, looked like Li Hang saw, and wanted to turn her over. Just like last night.

"What's late? Don't worry, I'll fix it for you!" Li Hang said. Is it not a truancy to think that money can make the devil grind? Just spend a little money.

"Really? Well, that's great." Little beauty naturally does not want to take the bus, so many people, the smell is...