C797 Devil Girl

Qingqing stuck out her tongue but did not explain. She went back to her original position, and asked Yang Ping if she was drinking or drinking, and in the end, picked up the fire machine on the table, and slowly lit a cigarette.

Yang Ping took a deep breath, becoming more and more curious about Qingqing.

Who was this woman?

"The flies have left. Let's talk business."

Qing Qing smiled