: Eleven minutes late

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Speaking of which, Ling Xiaoya won't be angry, if this has been whispering outside, can you get wet like this?
"Really leaking water from the shower!" Ling Xiaoya gritted her teeth.
"I know, otherwise, where did it come out?" Zhang Xingyun looked at Ling Xiaoya strangely.
Ling Xiaoya blushed as if she hadn't really said it yet, but she would never believe that this didn't think about anything!
"What are you doing here!" Ling Xiaoya turned her face angrily, "The president is going to change clothes now!"
The implication is that you hurried out.
Zhang Xingyun was reluctant, "My wife, I just screamed that my husband is coming. Will I be kicked out in a while?"
"Why, you want to stay?" Ling Xiaoya raised her eyebrows.
"Of course, I still want to help you change ..." Zhang Xingyun's evil smile suddenly froze in his mouth.
There was no reason for him, because Ling Xiaoya didn't know when there was the little scissors that almost made him a dead son last night!
"Oh, that, boss, you change slowly, I will go out first ..."
Looking at Dazhang Nebula, Ling Xiaohan said with constipation, "Dead brother-in-law, how dare you do this to me!"
"How did I treat you?" Zhang Xingyun held his arm and looked at the little ancestor who was paralyzed on the chair, "I think what I did is perfect!"
"I also give you a truth for your sake, and I can't live by doing evil!"
Ling Xiaohan was about to be blown out, but she still had the strength to challenge Zhang Xingyun when she vomited bile.
Zhang Xingyun didn't want to ignore this little ancestor who was thinking about his whole day, waiting for Ling Xiaoya to come out.
Looking at Zhang Xingyun, the dogleg behind his butt, Ling Xiaoya glanced at him and said, "Are you okay?"
"No big deal ..." Zhang Xingyun just wanted to say no big deal, just wanted to take advantage of a car, Ling Xiaoya had already blocked the words back.
"Sit back when you're okay, you're blocking the president's reverse." Ling Xiaoya said coolly.
"CEO, CEO, I'll help you back up." Zhang Xingyun ran to her by the dog leg, trying to get the car key.
"Stand there!" Ling Xiaoya whispered, "Why are you backing me up?"
"Isn't my husband big? Helping my wife drive such a small thing, I'll be fine!"
"Why are you going?"
"... Go to work?" Zhang Xingyun looked at Ling Xiaoya strangely. Why did he ask him this way?
"Then what are you doing?"
"Security guard."
"And me?"
"President."
"Do you think the president needs to find a small security guard to help reversing the car?" Ling Xiaoya patted Zhang Xingyun's shoulder. "The most important thing is, the small security guard is now eleven minutes late. . "
After that, he went to his red Ferrari and went away.
Zhang Xingyun stood there with a painful expression on his face.
...
Detention center in Qingshan District, British city.
Shen Lin wore a straight suit and opened the door of Rolls-Royce, followed by a voluptuous figure on the other side.
A dazzling red dress with heavy makeup and a charming face.
Shen Lin put a smile on her shoulder and walked into the detention center.
The detention centers in Anglo-Chinese are detained separately according to the crimes committed by the prisoners. The detention centers in Qingshan District are filled with unholy villains.
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