"but she is yours..." Mr. Zhang is still worried, but his eyes are eager to eat Xiaxiao fiber alive on the spot.

Leng Haofeng smiled coldly: "president Zhang, don't put it off there, even I don't mind. What else do you mind for me? As long as you can have a good time, then I will have a good time. "

Zhang Zong's whole face laughed like a disc, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "good! Mr. Leng, tomorrow afternoon, you come to our company. We need to talk about our cooperation. "

as expected, he used himself as a tool in exchange for the benefits of the market....