"Are you okay?" Han Bing straightened his clothes and picked up his bag, "I'm going to find your dad."
"It's okay." Shunzi smiled. He was used to smiling at everyone.
Han Bing went out and called Shen Xuan, but what she heard was: the user you called has turned off her phone.
Han Bing stood in the Phoenix community under the night, feeling at a loss as to where to go.
Where will Shen Xuan go at this time? He has countless offices, and he may appear anywhere.[
Han Bing looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock. According to the plan, this time should be the time for her to go to Dihao Entertainment City to pole dance.
At this time in the past, Shen Xuan would also be waiting for her in the Dihao Entertainment City. But now, after he saw the scene of him and Shunzi kissing, would he still wait for her at the same place?
Han Bing didn't have time to think so much. She drove her red sports car and drove towards Fireworks Alley.
While I'm still in the room, I still haven't received any news about the negotiations from Xiaoyu. It's been more than an hour since nine o'clock.
It's really interesting. The negotiations between the Qing Dynasty and the Eight-Power Allied Forces didn't last that long. Did these people hold a debate?
During the boring time just now, I called Han Bing and Lin Yufeng, and also asked the school supermarket to help me call Chu Tingting and the others in my class.
I want to make my "release ceremony" glorious and not use any "surprises"!
The Thief Saint was still catching lice. I glanced at him and said, "Uncle, I'm going out tonight, and our fate is over. Are you really not willing to teach me how to do it?"
The Thief Saint said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to see your fingers cut off." Then he continued to use his few remaining fingers to scratch the lice, which was much more flexible than ordinary people.
"When are you going out?" I was really bored, chatting with the Thief Saint.
"Don't worry, I'll be here for ten days and a half at most. They still think it's a waste of food to keep a loser like me." The Thief Saint scratched in the creaking nest for a while and pinched out a clay ball.
I jumped three feet away: "Old man, you are not Jigong, don't mess around!"