C50 N Big Anencephaly

Facing so many black muzzles, the half-squatting Han Jiuzhou raised his eyebrows slightly. He exhaled the remaining half of the cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Excuse me, am I surrounded?!"

Bu Yunyan's expression suddenly changed. She did not like Han Jiuzhou's eternal indifference.

She was a policeman, and this attitude was provocative to her