Mistress, I Was Wrong

There is a slight heart in the heart, the other party is deliberately leading her over, because because of a 50, she is not a fake, the hand is ready for the flying needle, "who are you?"

"Who is not important, isn't it important to be 50:20?" He blinked at her with a smile.

“What is five 2020?” Dongfang Minghui is stupid. “Oh, you said that the last time you bought the pills, you gave me twenty stones. I said that I will give it back to you. As a result, you are going too fast.”

After that, she walked slowly toward the other side, and the flying needle in her hand shot toward him.