"Okay, President." Sihor Yale felt somewhat sympathetic to Yaphet Scott, she was really unlucky, and Chris Young is not a person who knows how to be sympathetic.
Yaphet Scott greeted all eighteen generations of Chris Young's ancestors in his heart.
I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!
Not manly, no, not gentlemanly!
It's so late, shouldn't we send her back to the city?
While Yaphet Scott scolded Chris Young from the bottom of his heart, Sihor Yale also stopped the car.
Chris Young said lightly: "Get out of the car."
That tone was heard in Yaphet Scott's ears, very impatient.
Yaphet Scott gave a doggy smile, a pair of clear and pure eyes, with a faint smile, giving people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.
Chris Young looked at her, his eyes f
