A certain woman frivolously raised the man's chin: Marry me, food, clothing, housing and transportation, Bao Jun is satisfied. The smile on the man's good-looking face is still as calm as before: Don't marry! Fame and power, wealth and status, I I can give it to you, and I will never accept my servant or marry me. A certain woman jumped off the chaise longue and waved her plain hand: 'Stunned, drag it away. Miss, drag it back to the room?' Wei took a look: Throw it to Yueming Tower, hum! If this girl can't get it, other women can't get it either.