第(2/5)节 疙瘩。                                                                                                            “唔。有点。喂，你，去kfc给我每样买点回来。”                                                                                                            容岩脑中警铃大作，“为什么？！我忙着呢！”靠！又哪里惹到这位姑nn了？                                                                                                            “飞凡……”顾烟扯着梁飞凡的衬衫来回的晃着。                                                                                                            梁飞凡眼角眉梢都是暖se，宠溺搂着，由着她凌nve他的高级手工西装。                                                                                                            容岩当下恨不得拿出手机拍下来，梁氏当家老大，c市传奇人物，整个东南亚黑道的隐形领袖，给一个小nv人当人肉沙发，还笑的一副如获至宝的样子，哪里还有一点平时生杀予夺冷酷无情的样子，有shishen份啊有shishen份。                                                                                                            “去后街那家，说是烟小姐要吃的。”梁飞凡吩咐他。                                                                                                            容岩楞了一下，真要他亲自去跑腿啊？                                                                                                            梁飞凡见他不动，撇了他一眼，容岩只觉得眼前一下子无数把啐了毒的飞刀密密麻麻的s了过来。                                                                                                            只好去——谁叫自己打不过他呢。                                                                                                            看梁飞凡第一百八十几次看向盘踞着沙发啃j腿的顾烟，容岩又想起“后街那家kfc”。                                                                                                            倒是和其他的kfc一样的桌椅设备，只是人流如cha0的地段，一个顾客都没有
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