Tristan Quain heard the seductive voice coming from the phone.
"Okay, I'd be happy to be the flower protector."
"Little handsome guy, I'm afraid you are too angry. After you come, my sister will not be able to sleep well. My sister misses you. I will call you when my sister wakes up."
After speaking, the phone hung up.
Tristan Quain listened to the busy tone coming from the microphone, and picked up the phone casually. Tristan Quain only believed in the words of a veteran like Ms. Helen, and the reason why he agreed to find Ms. I just want to take the initiative to expose some weaknesses to Ms. Helen.
In the flat floor, Ms. Helen threw her mobile phone aside, stood in front of the mirror, carefully admiring her carefully maintained tender skin, with a confident smile on her charming face: "Sure enough, all men in the world are the same."
Tristan Quain glanced at the time, it was still early.