mbt tunisha

After a will, the old man returned the book, turned back, the YiBenBen down price,复件 (78) 新建 文本文档, then in computer according to a few,复件 (83) 011, way: "a total $220!"
"ErBaiErShiKuai?" YanYuFeng eyes all quick bulging.
"ErBaiErShiKuai,复件 (87) 011!" The old man is emotionless repeated it.
"This ` ` ` ` ` ` `,复件 (136) 011, I see!"YanYuFeng edge worry about money didn't bring enough, edge to his pocket.
"A hundred, 130, 150, and by fifties,复件 (111) 新建 文本文档,mbt tunisha, ` 155 ` ` 157, 100 ` ` ` ` ` `." Count to this, YanYuFeng finally several not bottom go to, because body all on sight before.
"How is forget taking enough money?" YanYuFeng depressed is wrinkly to knit the brows, stare blankly stare blankly at the counter a pile of money.
"Gone?" The old man looked up asked.