234 When a Person Sits at Home, the Pot Comes From the Sky

In the bookstore,

Liu Chuyu was sitting in a seat with tea and fruit plates beside him. He didn't take out any books to pretend to read, but took out a makeup mirror to touch up his makeup.

That delicate, that pretentious, that expression...

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When Xu Qinglang saw this scene, he found himself unable to accept it. In the end, he simply went upstairs to rest.

Zhou Ze vaguely heard a disdainful voice from Xu Qinglang's side, who had just gone up the stairs:

"SA, F * ck."

The old Daoist was still sitting at the bar counter with his usual composure. In his hand, he was reading a book called "The adventures of young Abin"with great interest,

he even fiddled with his crotch from time to time.

Previously, when the old Daoist had nothing to do, he would take "Bai Jie's coaching career"as an example,

he had even finished reading the millions of words of the sequel, and had read it over and over again several times.