"Wait, I'll answer the phone. Hello, Qingxia..." Wu Xiaozu took out the phone.

…

A five-star hotel in Melbourne.

There was a black room, tall and mute, and the two souls were panting... and the sound of banging. Do you recognize me? I'll tell me so many things, you need to be accurate, I'm familiar with it.

The one I was smoking on the bed, I didn’t know how to make you happy, just turn your head and stick it high...

What do I owe you? I don’t owe you anything. You ask me hundreds of millions or hundreds of millions. It’s better to thrust than to stop and stop. My wife steals her eggs and sneezes and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks...

Wu Xiaozu never thought about it.

The cooperation between two people who are so unfamiliar can be so exquisite and matched.

I have to say that it is 'a good person meets a good person, and a prostitute meets an opponent'.

Talking about art in hotels is not the purpose.

The purpose is to let the director understand the actor's basic qualities and professional level.

As it turns out,

What a fuck!

Especially on the way, I received a small call from Tomco to plead with him... Wu Xiaozu could only ask Nicole Kidman to wear a good gift for Tomco.
Chapter completed!