A Toast?

""ah?."

Fannie's expression froze for a moment, as if it was frozen in time.

It was as wonderful as it could be described.

Others couldn't help laughing.

Among them, Lincoln laughed the loudest and deliberately said sarcastically: "Hey, beautiful anchor, I said I don't know you."

Fannie suddenly became furious and glared at Irving coldly.

On weekdays, the business leaders and the new government officials all obey his orders and allow him to take advantage of them.

In her eyes, men are animals with lower bodies, even worse than male dogs.

Now, this dead guy actually said he didn’t know her.

Has my charm diminished?

"Mr. Smiths, please think it over carefully." Fannie twisted her willow waist, moved lightly, and spoke softly, "I have a bottle of 1982 Lafite in my collection. Would you like to have a taste of it at my place tonight?"

Irving was unmoved and said coldly: "I don't drink with strangers."

Fannie came up to him and tapped his chest with her slender jade fingers. "After you dri
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