Summary
Main line: Chen Yu supported the podium with one hand, looked at Wen Wan, and smiled lightly. Do you like me? Then do you know my age? Am I married? do i have a girlfriend? What do I do? What kind of person am I? Even am I a good person? You know what? Chen Yu looked at Wen Wan, who was gradually losing its color, and gave him the final blow. Can you tell whether you like it out of gratitude or out of novelty? Thinking of Chen Yu’s series of questions that day, he murmured, he really wasn’t a good person. Sub-line: Wen Jinyu took out a handful of black things, put it on the ground and kicked it in front of Jiang Zijin, the gloomy temperament subsided a little, and an almost invisible smile suddenly appeared on the cold face, would you use it? Jiang Zijin raised his eyes and watched him stand upright, full of determination, shoot! If I die – Chen Yu will take care of you, if I don’t die – we will get married. Jiang Zijin also sneered and sneered in every possible way, Mr. Wen-do you think I dare not? While talking, he bent down and picked up the gun to check that the bullet was loaded neatly and then aimed at Wen Jinyu… 1v1 micro sm h