Slag

He couldn't listen to him at all, Lin saw that his strength was not as good as his, and after drinking, he became limp and couldn't exert his strength. It was useless to hide far away, and Han Qiushi could pull him back.

Everything was rushed tonight.

Lin Jian had a hasty New Year's Eve dinner, a random "Spring Festival Gala", and two people who appeared suddenly——

He covered his mouth the whole time, not daring to let a single sound escape.

After it was over, Lin saw that there were fine beads of sweat all over his forehead. He was about to close his eyes when he was hugged again.

He casually put on two clothes and was taken into the study.

Han Qiushi looked at him sharply and gloomyly and asked, "Give me the list of people you have arranged in the company."

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被掏空……感谢在2021-02-2301:08:50~2021-02-2500:14:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Keguyu. 1. The post envoy has a good knife;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: HWPB17 bottles; Meow mm, -77-10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!