Although Zhang Yumeng works in Lamborghini, she still couldn't help but blink when she saw the cool bull.

Supercars are very handsome, but they are dead. When they come to someone's hands, they become a powerful tool for filling cups.

Not far away, a few good sisters from the socialite group that were there in the afternoon were still there.

"Isn't this the tall, rich and handsome guy we saw before?"

A "famous socialite" looked at Gu Bai, pursed her lips, continued to put on makeup and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any ideas?"

"I don't believe that I am the only one who has ideas. Who here has no ideas?"

"But his female companion didn't seem to be the same as before, and the one he used to look better than the one he is now."

I have to say that this "famous socialite" still has a good memory.

"So what's wrong? Which of these tall, rich and handsome men is not more diligent than changing clothes? What's there to make a fuss about?"

The girl who answered the conversation should be a "famous socialite" who has been through the battlefield.

"Sisters, I tell you that the fishing line online now says we are senior XX, but if I want to say it, there is no need to go there with confidence.

These fishing lines are actually the cheapest, even if we spread our legs, they would all want to pounce on them.

However, girls like us who have bottom lines, even if they are treated as clothes that are easy to wear and take off, they cannot give themselves to those fishing lines, which is too expensive."

A group of "famous socialites" nodded quickly and agreed.

"When will the male god who is driving a Lamborghini just now be able to look back at me!"
Chapter completed!