Billions of Blessing

In spring, it blooms profusely, and one can only see the beads of sweat on men's foreheads.,I dreamt again of that night's surrender, pain blooming into decadent roses!,As they were talking, his phone rang. He passed the phone to the front, a sinister glint in his eyes: "You'll die together, at least you won't be lonely on your journey to hell! The property will all be ours!"。