Knowing that I had nothing to do with the heart of the glass, the spirit slackened, and I couldn’t help but rest in the Qi Mo Huai’s long sleep. Qi Mo saw this cold and waved his hand. The voice of the Red Eagle suddenly fell and looked down at his arms. Holding the Clara, Qi Mo exchanged a position, let the space of the chest of the glass as far as possible let it stretch out, let it lie comfortably in his arms.
At the brightly lit airport, Qi Mo sat on his private jet with his sleeping Clara. In the night, he flew to the other side of the ocean, where his next destination.
Rome, Italy, the ancient kingdom of Europe, has a strong culture, a long history, countless heroes, endless achievements, and inaccessible monuments.
However, these are not the things that the heart cares about. When she opens her eyes to look at the country in front of her, her mind is big. Italy, she is too familiar, and she is a little scared.
“Why come to Italy?” Sitting in the extended Cadillac, the heart of the glass does not care why this type of car likes this model, holding a pair of beautiful eyes and looking up at the expressionless Qimo.
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