C343 Miss tang

After nodding, only then did she come to her senses in regret.

The front desk of a small company could barely hold out for more than four thousand yuan, but Lin Jun's selling cars earned him more than ten thousand yuan a month. Adding to the seven star hotel's "part-time work", he had a total of twenty to thirty thousand yuan.

But Lin Jun did not have the time to ponder over it. After eating