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    Two very cold words, without a trace of warmth.

    The fat man’s figure trembled, and without saying a word, he immediately stepped on the gas.

    He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, their president wouldn’t be able to resist making a move with Spade Z.

    Fu Jiu was happy, his thin lips hooked, and he waved his hand toward the rear mirror with a broad smile.

    Qin Da Shen, who was dazzled by such a smile, grunted coldly and then inclined his head away.

    Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows, avoiding her?

    Well, she has ways to harass.

    Lowering his head, a tweet was sent.

    “God, go home and remember to get on the game, let the old driver take you to brush the books!”

    Qin Mo propped up his jaw and slid open this message before snorting coldly again, “I’m brushing my book with your belt?”

    “Then you take me, it’s all the same anyway. “Fu Jiu followed up with a smiley face after typing, “It’s only fun to play games with friends.”

    Qin Mo didn’t refuse this time to, and indifferently returned three words, “Got it.”

    This is a promise? Fu Jiu raised his good-looking eyebrows, it seemed that the Great God wasn’t so completely inhuman.

    Suppose Great God Qin really brushes the book with her in a while.

    Then the price of taking orders is going to go up a bit.

    What with the group photos and such, it counts.

    Where is the ease of getting the gods to help with a book.

    The usual prices are not accepted.

    It has to be tuned into the treatment.

    Not bad, not bad. There’s something to be said for facepalming.

    When the time comes, as long as you take orders to play the book to bring the gods, absolutely money rolling in!

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