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... "President, the clothes you asked for." Beichuan put the paper bag on the bedside table.
Fu Qinglun didn't move, he continued to smoke. When he smoked, his handsome brows became a word of "Chuan". The fine fringe on his forehead covered his eyelid, and he was overflowing with a sense of indulgence.
A few seconds later, he said quietly, "How did you check the matter?"
Beichuan handed a document to Fu Qinglun. "President, we have found out that my wife is not pregnant. The pre ...
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