a woman got out of the car.
Unlike Qiu CI's petite figure, she was tall and had an aura of 2.8 meters. She was wearing sunglasses, but it couldn't hide her style. Her skin was porcelain white and her lips were red.
She was wearing a knee-length loose coat, a V-neck white short-sleeved shirt, and a tight skirt. Her beautiful legs were very eye-catching.
It was sexy and charming.
a celebrity was a celebrity after all. for people like them who often appeared on the camera, it was difficult to capture the dead angles of their movements, let alone sang xia's perfect figure, beautiful face, and pure beauty. she was the goddess in the hearts of countless men.
Qiu CI was dumbfounded.
But then, he felt that it looked familiar.
"Your wife is so beautiful, I'm sure she must have something special about her, right?"
When Qiu CI said this, it was unknown what she was thinking.
After all, this face could not be eaten.
