Whispers around Clara Chapter 89

The plane, the plane that arrived at the first time, quickly carried everyone away from Egypt and flew directly to the United States.

Qi Jiaben, a few days later, the Clara walked to the most remote villa in Qijia, watching the music has already got up, stretching the bones in the garden, slowly stretching his arms, the sun shining on him, glass The heart couldn’t help but pick up the eyebrows, cleaned and cleaned up. This song looks really human and human. It is a little bit of a baby face. It is a casual dress. It is not like a person of forty or fifty.

“Hey, small Clara, early.” In the slight movement of the song, see the Clara coming, suddenly raised a smile and say hello.

The glass suddenly turned a blind eye, and I didn’t know how many times I said this. I called the name, and I called the name. I have nothing to do. I have to add a small word in front, listening to the awkwardness, but the kind smile is really I couldn’t bear to break it, and suddenly I snorted: “You are not dead yet.”

The song smiled and greeted the Clara to sit in and said: “There is no way for the king to accept it.” After a gentle smile, he looked at the Clara and said: “Hey, call uncle.”