I Will Die If I Don’t Give Birth To The Male Lead! english

A few gangsters with yellow hair leaned on the roadside, smoking cigarettes in their mouths, and whispered together, not knowing what they were discussing.

After a while, there was a jingle that was about to die. The yellow hairs were instantly energetic, and quickly pressed out the cigarette butts in their hands, stood behind their hands, and waited for the bicycle riders to appear at the intersection, bending over and bowing together. , Said loudly: "Hello Sister Ran!"

The momentum is comparable to the National Day military parade, and people can't help but breed a kindly smile from the bottom of their hearts and wave their hands to say, "Comrades, comrades have worked hard."

When the bicycle stopped, a leg wearing sports pants was supporting the ground. It was slender and straight. The girl in the car was young, about seventeen or eighteen. Her skin was healthy wheat, her facial features were delicate, and her eyes were as bright as stars. , Shining brightly under the street lights.

She turned out to be a handsome and cool girl.