C1978 A pretty woman

Xiao Zhao was furious: "I don't believe that you don't need money!"

Wang Peng shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry to disappoint you, I don't need it right now!"

Xiao Zhao's brows tightly knitted together, unwillingness filling her eyes. He grabbed Wang Peng's hand, and sprayed all the fragrance from his mouth onto his face.

"You're living with that Huang Wenjing, right? Wang Peng, oh Wang Peng