Zhang Peng originally thought that the five big and three fat man walking in front of Ye Zhuo was ye Zhuo.
Unexpectedly, the real ye Zhuo was completely concealed by the Fat Man’s body.
She just walked there. The white light of the restaurant was on her body. At this time, it was floating outside. A snowflake landed mischievously on her hair. At this time, it had not melted yet, adding a bit of luxury to her national color face.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Such ordinary words could not describe her beauty.
Zhang Peng had seen many beautiful women, but this was the first time Zhang Peng had seen someone like Ye Zhuo.
Zhao Xueyin pushed Zhang Peng without leaving a trace. Then, she looked at Ye Zhuo. “Ye Zhuo, you’re here.”
Ye Zhuo nodded slightly. Zhang Peng also reacted at this moment. He immediately retracted his gaze and sat up straight.