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... lans to make a birthday cake for her precious daughter herself, plus a table of delicious dishes.

  Of course, Fu Ge also knew what his mother-in-law was thinking, so he didn't try to rob her.

  But he has plans for the evening, thinking that after this morning, his girlfriend will officially come of age.

  So he said to Zhu Zhongjun solemnly: "Mom, it's Xixi's birthday tomorrow, and I'll celebrate it at home. In the evening...I'll take Xixi out to play. If I come back late, ...

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