Zhang fucai was really feeling inferior and sad. He couldn't describe his feelings. In the end, he could only sigh. Sister Hong patted his shoulder. it's only temporary. I'm not going to be with Cheng Zheng for the rest of my life.
as she spoke, she lit a cigarette and smoked it quietly. the way she looked was really alluring.
zhang fucai looked at him and asked, " " are you happy with him? do you feel much fresher than when you were with us? "
sister hong choked, obviously not expecting him to ask such a question. she coughed lightly, " "he's more handsome than you and richer than you. don't you think that's great?"
"sometimes, money is a good thing," he muttered to himself as he stubbed his cigarette.
just the pigeon's blood in her hand alone was worth more than 10 million yuan. cheng zheng felt that it looked good and suited her, so she bought it without even blinking. all women liked it, and sister hong did not deny that she liked it too.
