As a new young man in China, Shan Mingjie would not think that he had seen a ghost like the ancients. He knew that there was a psychological hint. "When did I see this woman? But, where is she?" At this time, Shan Mingjie did not remember the photo taken by He Lu and Shan Dong in his master, Shandong.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you making bread for coffee?" He Jian was going to laugh at them, because he had not only wasted his coffee last night, but also had such a bad temper. Tsk, I didn't owe him anything! But when he saw that Shan Mingjie was going to waste the food he made early in the morning, He Jian couldn't bear to watch him anymore. "Oh, my god! Uncle, you always have dementia in your old age. And your eyes are still dim. You always bring bread into a coffee cup. And you should just tre
