Lam Nguyet bowed to eat rice, did not look at anyone, pretended to be an ostrich. Youth is so good. The voice of the old Liu said. Trat Nhi, when the snow stops we should go check out, relax a little ribs. Poster LGBT I choose you. The singular youths’ sour voices also flew over. Trat Nhi nods, people often give up, he too, just why suddenly mentioned this? Lam, eat this, do not pay attention to Trat Nhi. Fat baby O Le held a piece of meat for Lam Nguyet, angrily pulled Lam Nguyet from Trat Nhi’s heart out.