"I want to see how many of them are."

With the pace of refusal to recognize his relatives and standing up with his eight-month-old belly, the fat man came to Pojieda.

"Um?"

The fat man's eyes almost fell out.

He even gasped.

This is the first time I have met Su Mu, a model for so long.

He was a little confused.

So he ran to Bentley Tianyue happily, nodded and smiled flatteringly:

"Young, this grandson has money, a lot of money, and the car is full of it. It probably has to be five or six million. I have to be fined for me and I have fined 500,000 yuan. The grandson didn't blink.

Look…!”

There are also many fat people. Although they are full of fat, they know the depth.

If you are in the imperial capital and don’t have any brains, you basically don’t know how you die.

Bullying the weak and fearing the tough are the means.

Observing words and expressions is cultivation.

Zhang Qing immediately glanced at the person in the car with interest and said with a smile:

"It seems that the other party is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

The guy scolded by Su Mu was called Han Youlin and immediately said contemptuously:

"Grass, it's great to have money? Youth, who can't take out tens of millions of dollars at will?"

This sentence immediately resonated.

They were already confused by the beauty.

We can't blame them for not having any knowledge, we can only blame Su Mu for being too deceptive.

Zhang Qing pondered for a moment and raised his chin:

"Go, isn't he rich? He's fined him to death. You brothers, each one is tied up!"

The fat man suddenly felt like he was injected with chicken blood:
Chapter completed!