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... er carefully, "No?"

Yiyi Ti: "..." Fu amount, dare to pretend to be the president for only a few hundred yuan? seek death! No, the problem is not here, but that this is not the right pursuit! She felt the need to do a personal demonstration for this guy, so she took a RMB out of her wallet, put them together with those just now, and stuffed him in the arms, "From today on you are mine! You see, I want to say that to you, too ... "

"Okay."

"……what did you say?"

Cecil ...

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