One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

This is often the case in world affairs. The expectations are high, and the disappointments are great.

Nalan Xin'er finally insisted on practicing to the third level, but she couldn't open the mysterious time gate on the second floor. Can she be depressed?

When Big Ben heard her complaint, he could only sigh: Well, it seems that finding the key is imminent...

However, the time key has been lost for so many years, who knows where to find it...

Unless, if you have luck, you will meet a time mage and inquire...

But now in this peaceful and prosperous age, where can I find the hidden time mage?

The hands of Big Ben moved slowly, with a frown.

Nalan Xin'er continued to squeeze her chin, appreciating the new round of celebrity performances on stage.

Not far away, Zhang Kaiyu stared at the Mo Cui in Nalan Xin'er's hand. Every time Nalan Xin'er stroked him, he was very happy. Seeing Nalan Xin'er holding Mo Cui completely in his palm, don't mention it. How happy...

Stupid, idiot, your death date is approaching.

Zhang Kaiyu was thinking triumphantly, and his father let out a low angry roar behind him: "Prodigal son! How did you move 1 million to donate while I was away? Who agreed? Who approved it? You don't have a brain. You, Nalan Xin'er made it clear that he was going to cheat our house. You are so stupid~ to block the gun. Why don’t you remember? Chundai Cai fell into the hands of the demon girl, it’s embarrassing enough. You are still being grabbed by others all day long, and you are easily calculated by others, you get me home..."

Zhang Kaiyu was scolded by his father as a **** head. It was not that his son became a tortoise~grandson. But when he heard that his father was going to send him home, he was anxious. The ultimate goal of coming here tonight has not yet been realized!

He hasn't packed the straw bag by himself, so how can he leave?

So he hurriedly greased the soles of his feet and said to his father: "Oh, yo... urgency, my father, I am urgency..."

A slip of smoke ran towards the bathroom.

A lively samba dance is being performed on the stage, the jumping beats, and the twisting dancers make the atmosphere of the scene very high.

The few people who quietly left in the crowd did not attract much attention.

Nalan Xiner watched the dance for a while, then suddenly squeezed her throat, coughed twice, stroked her forehead, and said to herself: "Why is it a little dizzy? Is this music too deafening? My head is shaking uncomfortably! No, I have to find a quiet place to rest..."

With that said, she put the Mo Cui on the desk into her bag, and while everyone was paying attention to the samba dance on the stage, alone, she slowly supported the pillar and walked to the bathroom.

Just about to walk to the door, she suddenly stopped and said to herself: "Oh, I'm really dizzy, why did you come to the bathroom? I can't rest here... I want to rest... I'm exhausted..."

Muttering, a young waiter walked behind him: "What do the guests need?"

"I need a rest, I have a headache..." Nalan Xiner's body began to sway, looking like she had drunk a little wine, slightly drunk and confused.

The waiter's eyes flickered, and respectfully said: "Guest, please come with me to the rest room."

Nalan Xin'er nodded: "Okay."

Bewildered, it seems that everything is fine.

However, the waiter took her a few steps, she suddenly held on to the wall, and refused to go: "Oh, my head is so dizzy, I won't go to the rest room! I'm going back to the hall to talk to Grandpa Zhou, I Go home! I want to go home to sleep!"