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... to die.

Wang Yan was silent: This cook can't ask for it, look at the wife and young masters are almost crying!

After dinner, Pei Xian played grass and takraw with Gu Cao Cao in the open space of the living room, throwing one ball after another and smashing his head, rushing Gu Cao Cao angrily "oh oh, oh ah".

As usual, Gu Han sat in the tearoom and talked to her mother.

"Mom, do you chase the stars, can you tell me what a brain powder is like?" Gu Han dragged his chair ...

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