"Haha, Fulu, you said it easily. The huge property is here. If you are in our position, will you be willing to do it if you don't try it?"

The middle-aged man who spoke was gloomy. He was the third uncle who had his son's fingers cut off.

"Swish, what is your identity? Do you really don't know what you are?"

Uncle Fu looked at him sarcastically:

"Everyone has speculations on some things. How can they be confused about familiar people?

You dare to say that you sleep in the evening with your wife in your arms and wake up in the middle of the night, and you will never be able to recognize who the person in front of you?"

"Old butler, stop talking." Uncle Er's expression was a little embarrassed: "Everyone is just going to live by, so don't say something."

"Okay, okay, I won't say this for old servant. You will take advantage of it anyway."

Uncle Fu sighed:

"Some things, old servant, I can't remember those things.

But after living a lifetime, one has a certain degree of his identity in his heart.

Just like you two.

You said if I salute you two, wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable when you both bear it?"

"Fu Lu!"

Uncle San, who had been bedding in a row, was anxious and stretched out one hand and wanted to hit someone...

Then, under the gaze of the old housekeeper, he retreated in embarrassment.

"Do it!"

The old butler looked at the two of them coldly: "If you do it, you can save money for your settlement!"

After Zuo Zhong on the other side finished processing, he also came over.

"Please, please."

"Please? Hoho!

Zuo Zhong! Good fortune!
Chapter completed!