Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Put the phone back in the bag and wait for the car with joy.,Leng Xiyue didn't even look at the other person, assuming he was a bartender. She grabbed his waist, her voice husky with alcohol, and cried, "I feel sick, take me to take a bath...","Bathe me, bathe me sweetly..." Leng Xiyue buried her face in Gong Xin Yi's arms, rubbing against him like a rabbit.。