My gentle tyrant (20)_1

The car owner didn't have any intention of moving away, even though there was still an empty space on the other side of his car.

The car owner glanced at Fu Shang through the car window, his eyes seemed to be mocking him.

Fu Shang was speechless.

Buzzzzzz!

Fu Shang pondered for a moment.

He took two steps back and looked at the height.

With one hand on the hood of the car, he exerted force on his wrist and jumped up, gently flipping over. His movement was natural and smooth, natural and handsome.

Fu Shang dusted off the dust on his hands.

Only his back view was left behind.

Oh, she even gave the car owner a middle finger.

The other party was speechless.

Damn, so what if you know Kung Fu?

It was about half an hour's walk from this place to home. On the way, Fu Shang turned into a dessert shop on the side of the road. The reason was that she couldn't walk because she saw desserts.