The thousand-year-old beauty in the coffin (22)_1

The moment they saw Fu min's face, almost everyone's eyes were fixed on him, not willing to look away.

It turned out that in this world, there really was a kind of beauty that could not be described by any ink.

Today, Fu min was wearing a very flamboyant red shirt. The neckline of the shirt was loose, revealing the beautiful lines of his collarbones.

She flicked her long hair and put on a pair of sunglasses that were used to show off, covering half of her beautiful face. She walked in at a steady pace.

The aura of the beauty on the motorcycle was too powerful.

It was full of aggression.

The crowd unconsciously opened up a path for her.

Fu Shang didn't wait in line stupidly. Anyway, she had come in through the back door, so why not use her special privileges?

Seeing Fu min's arrogant look ...

Some people's eyes flashed with disdain, envy, and jealousy, while others were very calm, with some obvious understanding.