Treasure Eye

The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,Guo Pi let out a light hum, took the lunch box and ran into the store to eat it.,Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice!。