The antique shop of the rich fake master

Qu Qiuli's phone number, so I can contact you when the time comes.

Lin Xiangyu watched the whole process, and when the young lady left, he put his arms around A Li from behind and rested his chin on A Li's shoulder, "I thought you really brought me for an outing. If you need to do something, just take me along."

As he spoke, his tone became more and more aggrieved, "I'm fine, Ah Li is still young, so he should put his career first."

Tsk, Qu Qiuli seemed to smell the fragrance of green tea.

Where did this fool learn all these messy things?

Is it useful to pretend to be pitiful?

Of course it works.

Before Qu Qiuli could react, he was thrown on the bed.

"It's in broad daylight." He coaxed his ears to be sharp, and he wanted to refuse but still welcome, "Can't we wait until night?"

"No." Lin Xiangyu condescendingly pushed him on the bed with a rare and tough attitude, "A Li wants to make up for me, and it was A Li who brought me to open a room, and it was a room with a carved bed."

Qu Qiuli had nothing to say, so he could only ask him to close the windows and doors tightly.

Well, this bed is good, very soft and very elastic. After kneeling for half an hour, my knees didn't hurt at all.