Chapter 3247: Self-closing god, please Songkou 08

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He won't believe this kind of ghost!

A patient who is autistic since birth, will not even tell people how to make money, but also make so much money!

"Where is this car?" He Xiangchi forced to suppress the anger in his heart, so he asked for concern. .

"Catch it!" Luo Liyan smiled and leaned against the door, turning the key in his hand with one hand.

He Xiangchi squatted, and she continued to explain, "I didn't drive without a car yesterday. When I came back, I found a little brother to borrow a car. I know that there was a small accident, so I am going to go back now. Car, plus talk about compensation!"

"Then I will go with you!" He Xiangchi said without thinking, he immediately said.

"Is your company not very busy?" Luo Liyan asked curiously.

He Xiangchi’s face hangs a faint smile, the appearance of a modest gentleman.

"My fiancée has something to do, of course I have to accompany it. When the company's business can't be done!" he said.

"That's okay!" Luo Liyan did not refute.

He would like to see this uncle meet, I don't know what reaction they will have.

However, from the performance of this He Xiangchi, Luoyan smoked his suspicion even more.

After all, if he cares about himself, how can he ask questions from beginning to end, whether he has been injured or not.

He Xiangchi himself wanted to drive this car, but the Luoyan cigarette refused with mercy without someone else's car.

He was so angry that he didn't want to talk about it all the way. He kept holding a mobile phone and looked at the stock market's map. He installed a very busy look.

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After taking a shower and changing the clothes, He Yunhao took photos in the mirror, but he was not satisfied with what he was.

He wants to send a message to his assistant and ask him to prepare another suit for himself.

The mobile phone can be held in the hands for a long time. This information is not a word that can be sent out.

This made the light of He Yunying's eyes dark.

He was a little annoyed and threw the phone aside, and the whole man curled up in bed.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

His back was quite strong, but he didn't move any more.

Until I heard that I heard a few words yesterday, I couldn’t forget the female voice that sounded outside the door.

He stood up and snail-like speed, moved a little to the door and pulled the door open.

The scent of the nose made his bleak eyes finally restore the appearance of the dead.

He stepped back, only to see the appearance of the glass, and He Xiangchi next to him.

It was too late to be happy, and it fell in an instant.

However, his face is not half-pointed.

"Little brother, good morning! How about sleeping last night?" asked Luo Liuyan.

This is a good saying, and I don’t know how to reach out.

I just grabbed his car last night and smashed his car. Now I can't afford it, I have to pay for it.

Therefore, even if Luo Liyan still has doubts about the man in front of him, his attitude is still hot.

"Smoke, you are wrong! You have to call Uncle!" He Xiangchi smiled and corrected. "This is what I have been telling you, our little uncle!"

"Is that uncle who is four years older than you?" Luo Yayan deliberately pretended to be a pair of things that did not know, asked.

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[Knocking a key point: Autism is brought out from the mother's womb, and depression is formed by the day after tomorrow! Expertise gained when doing social work! Hahahaha! 】