Chapter 192: The Little Money Fan

n their haste. 。The harder problem to solve is that the girls have to walk the catwalk, and they don't walk slowly. As they move, the candles go out. 。Walked through the runway, at least five or six m...At the front of the stairs, a middle-aged couple was waiting there with a stroller. Fang Qing walked up to them, turned her head and waved back to someone in the opposite direction, then went down the elevator with them.

He kept staring at her figure slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor, when suddenly Lin Ling said beside him, "It's that air hostess, I didn't expect she looked even prettier in different clothes." 。"That was a good thing to say, but coming from Lin Ling, it tasted different. No matter how you listen to it, there's a disgusting aftertaste." 。Xiangtian frowned, ignoring her, and walked towards the stairs with several paper bags. 。Lin Ling pouted and quickly followed after him. 。Back at the hotel, Tian went straight into his room and slammed the door shut. 。Lin Ling looked at the closed door, wishing she could kick it in. 。On the way back, she kept rubbing her ankle, unconvinced that heaven had not seen. 。But this fellow was quite the opposite; he didn't even bother to ask, let alone take a look at her foot. 。Lin Ling was furious, but there was nothing she could do about him. 。Back in her own room, she flung herself onto the bed and pounded the pillow with all her might. 。“You filthy bastard, you wretched pervert, heartless scoundrel, I'll kill you!” After venting her anger, she sat down sullenly, took off her stockings and saw several blisters on her feet. They ached terribly just from the slightest touch. 。"I really overdid it!" For one piece of clothing, my feet are covered in blisters. Who knows, they might even turn into calluses later on. I'll be a real eyesore. 。ther woman from the beginning to the end.Whether it's out of consideration for Xiao Jie and Xiao Rou's feelings, or because he only has his deceased wife in his heart, this incident shows that he is s...