A Blind Delight

The female boss quickly placed a bottle of Erguotou and a bottle of Long Jiang's home on the table.

This middle-aged woman in her forties had seen much of the world. But today, looking at the Porsche parked by the side of the road and the two well-dressed customers, she couldn't help but feel a heartfelt regret: The world of the rich, we really don't understand.

Lu Chen held up a bottle of Longjiang Home. The glass bottle had a somewhat icy handle. He waved it in his hand. The square shaped bottle looked like a big transparent brick. If Bao Shijie that f * cking dog appeared in front of him at this moment, he would smash the brick down without hesitation!

Fighting was that simple and that domineering!

Lu Chen tried to use a violent style of self-consolation to wash away the pain in his heart. He unscrewed the cap on the bottle and dropped out a small piece of paper.