Love and him lt;lt;l

Yu Qing subconsciously looked towards the presidential elevator at the edge. Unexpectedly, the elevator was running, the numbers jumping to '42', and soon, it passed this floor.,As she said this, she looked at the tens of thousands of yuan bag on her shoulder, which she had bought after years of saving.,Yu Qing thought about her father's attitude and the hassle of the upcoming move, she didn't notice that the rear window of a black car on the motorcycle lane slowly lowered.。