拉娥对那坐在桌边的黑脸男人又说了一遍:把车子给我。黑脸男人,应该是脸色黧黑的市场管理人员,他看着电脑屏,鳖盖般的胖手抚着鼠标圆溜溜的性感屁股说,谁来要,我就给,还有没有严肃性。回去吧你。拉娥不是三岁孩子,没那么好糊弄。毕竟,被他们收走的是一辆有三只轮子一个车厢能载物运人的三轮车——不同于他们常常从菜贩子手里抢走的盘子秤。拉娥一家靠它吃饭。拉娥把黑脸的话顶了回去,说,你是官家人,大人大量,公家仓里也 Lae told the dark-faced man sitting by the table again: Give me the car. Black-faced man, should be dark-skinned market managers, he looked at the computer screen, turtle-covered fat hand caressing the mouse yo yo sexy ass, who wants, I give, there is no seriousness. Go back to you. Lae is not a three year old child, not so foolhardy. After all, they were taken away by a three-wheeler with three wheels and one compartment to carry people - unlike the plate scales they often snatched from the dealer’s hands. La E family rely on it to eat. La E put the black-faced words back to the top, saying that you are a family man, a large number of adults warehouse also