MTL - Becoming Stronger Through Touching Treasures, not Women! - Chapter 118 revisit the garage

Seventeenth-line actor Liang Xiao debuted for five years, and he is not tepid.
Because he was photographed frequently haunting the villa of the president of Star Crown Pictures, he became famous overnight on the Internet.

In the villa’s bedroom, Liang Xiao washed up and lay down on the pillow, concentrating on playing games with his mobile phone.

“President, are you ready to bite? I’ll go off work after you bite.”
2.
As the president of Star Crown Pictures, Huo Lan has a secret.
He is a special mutant alpha. Only by regularly marking matching omegas can the pheromone remain stable and not get out of control, otherwise it will be life-threatening.
President Huo didn’t look like O, so on the first day we met, he pushed the bank card and the contract to Liang Xiao indifferently: “Everyone takes what they need, don’t think about what they shouldn’t think about.”
Liang Xiao was bitten diligently, took money steadily, and played games with peace of mind.
Until he became a hit in the big production invested by Star Crown Pictures.
In the face of the overwhelming amount of black materials, Liang Xiao ran home and found out the contract, ready to ask the president to help him clarify the truth.
Huo Lan’s eyes darkened, he took over the contract, scrambled into a ball in front of countless cameras and microphones, and pulled the person back to his side.
“Don’t panic.” Liang Xiao was pinched by the waist and pressed against the wall. He calmly hugged Mr. Huo, who buried his face in his neck, and turned to his manager calmly, “He wants to clear my innocence now.”
3.
The broker is crazy.
[Muffled and deserted President Attack x Shattered Mouth Sand Sculpture Health Suffering]
[abo has no children, let go of the little sweet biscuits easily]
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One sentence introduction: Mr. Huo, how are you?

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Ji Weixi was holding up a certain body part of the child and aiming it at the toilet.

The tot’s brow eased amidst the gushing. “”Comfy…””

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