The wife of a promin

Hearing the cries from upstairs, Hai Ru's lips curved into a faint smile.,Lifted the black coffee on the table and took a sip, counting down the seconds until the man came to kill him.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.。