C51 Conspiracy

Zhang Daguang sighed. F * ck, it's really hard to stay under the hands of this evil woman. F * ck, if I knew earlier, I would have wiped some cold oil on that sanitary towel yesterday …

Suddenly, a charming image appeared in Zhang Daguang's mind.

He and Shen Jinglan came out of their room. When they arrived at the hotel lobby, Ma Dajun and the others were already there waiting for them