Thinking of the South at night, I beg you 2000 words

master cheng leaned over and found it interesting. he blew a puff of smoke on her face."My most valuable asset is not money, huh?"

he blew out another mouthful of smoke, and he laughed happily when he saw her in pain.

to conquer a woman, money was all that was needed. no matter how bad-tempered a woman was, her knees would go soft at the sight of money.

there was no exception to this, except for his mumu.

master cheng had always felt that grandpa mao was useful. he had investigated this famous reporter and found that he was not someone who didn't love money. he also had a lot of dark history.

"Cheng Zheng, do you think that money can do anything?" sister Hong looked at him angrily.

" in my opinion, you can do anything to women. if 10 million is not enough, then 20 million. give me a number, but i advise you not to be too greedy. there are many women out there who are begging for my love. " master cheng was proud of himself.