"I'm going to ride the horse to see how many there are."

With a step of disowning his relatives and holding his eight-month-pregnant belly, the fat man came to Po Jetta.

"Um?"

The fat man's eyes almost popped out.

There was even a gasp in his mouth.

After working for a tiger for so long, this is the first time I have encountered Su Mu’s model.

He was also a little unsure.

So he ran up to Bentley Tianyue, nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face:

"Young Master Qing, this grandson has money. A lot of money. It's all over the car. It's estimated to be five or six million. I was fined 500,000 yuan and I was allowed to take it as I wanted. This grandson didn't even blink an eye.

Look...!"

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

If you hang around in the imperial capital without any brains, you will basically die without knowing how.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a tactic.

Observing words and colors is cultivation.

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

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

The guy who was scolded by Su Mu was named Han Youlin, and he immediately said contemptuously:

"Fuck, it's great to have money, isn't it? Qing Shao, which one of our brothers can't just spend tens of millions casually?"

This sentence immediately resonated.

They have been dazzled by beauty.

We can't blame them for being ignorant, we can only blame Su Mu for being too deceptive.

Zhang Qing pondered for a moment and raised his chin:

"Go, doesn't he have money? Punish him to death. You brothers, each of you brothers will have a bundle of this money!"

The fat man suddenly felt as if he had been given a shot of blood:
Chapter completed!