Third Third Uncle's Appearance (3)

F * ck!

Fu Pei's brows were so tightly knitted together that he could pinch a fly to death. He took a step back with great resistance.

His muscles were taut, and his shirt stuck to his arm. The bulging shape of his muscles was obvious, making him look like a wild hooligan.

Cen Juan looked at the young man for a few seconds and raised his eyebrows." Uncle Fu, why aren't you continuing?"

Fu Pei pursed his thin lips so tightly that his voice almost came out of his throat.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ming Zhi stood not far from them. Although she couldn't hear their conversation, the netizens saw their body movements and expressions clearly.

Bullet comments:

[Why does Father Fu look so disgusted? Was this some kind of love-kill combination?]

[Hahaha, at this moment, Father Fu seems to be protesting against President Ba!]

[F * ck you, stop talking. I can f * cking see the image now. The cult flag in my hand is on the verge of collapse!]