He Ziqin looked at the back of the two leaving, feeling uncomfortable, his legs were nailed to the spot as if they couldn't move.
After a long time, she took a deep breath, wrung out the cigarette butt in her hand and threw it into the trash can beside her, then turned on the faucet, and rinsed her hands under the low current.
The sound of splashing water is disturbing.
For some reason, He Ziqin suddenly remembered his time in college.
The two colleges are different, and the only chance to see each other a few times is when the school's student union holds a general meeting.
Fu Zhihuan was always the one in charge of the place, he sat there and said nothing. Holding a pen in his hand, without removing the cap, just raising his eyes so coldly and coldly can often silence all the whining and complaining student cadres.
Come to think of it, the name "Flower of the High Mountain" seems to have started at that time.
However, even such a person can bend down with a smile, and button the neckline of a little girl with incomparable tenderness and patience.
He Ziqin suddenly felt that his provocation during this period was like a complete joke.
Maybe Fu Zhihuan wasn't cold-hearted.
Instead, leave all the tenderness to one person.
In late autumn, Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan went back to Tongcheng.
Go to the court trial against Zhang Hongrui.
However, it is worth mentioning that with the in-depth investigation of Zhang Hongrui by the police, the criminal gangs that have been buried in Tong City have also been brought out in one fell swoop.
And very lucky to rescue the children who were trafficked in multiple dens.
Among them, there is Jin Chenhe's daughter.
After Jin Chenhyuk learned the news, he cried loudly in the detention center, bowed to the police with red eyes and thanked him.
In fact, fate never forgives any sinner.
Twenty years ago, Jin Chenhyuk did not report his knowledge and encouraged the development of criminal gangs for his own self-interest. So twenty years later, his daughter also disappeared due to the gang's actions.
When he finally made up his mind to surrender himself to pay for his sins.
Because of the information and clues he provided, the daughter was extremely lucky to be rescued.
Perhaps this is the cause and effect that the old man often said.
Court date arrives.
Considering that Zhang Hongrui was unable to attend due to special circumstances, the court made an exception and completed the trial in accordance with the procedures in the absence of the defendant.
The death penalty without objection.
Although Zhang Hongrui didn't have much time, the criminal law decided by the people's court is completely different from lying on the hospital bed and dying without even being charged with a crime.
Those who break the law must be executed.
This is an account for all victims.
After the trial of Zhang Hongrui ended, everyone around him left the scene one after another, except Fu Zhihuan did not move.
He rested his arms on his knees, folded his hands, and propped his forehead.
A few strands of thin black hair fell down, making it difficult to see the expression on his face, but he could clearly see his Adam's apple rolling down slowly, as if he was suppressing his emotions.
Wen Ruan looked at him with some distress, but hesitated for a long time but didn't make a sound, just sat quietly beside him.
Just sat there with him.
This is something to be happy and to celebrate.
He could finally free himself from the paranoia of so many years.
The criminal who murdered Fu Yuqing is dead.
The criminal gangs that ruined countless families were also arrested and smashed to pieces under the actions of the police.
All have been punished.
Including Fu Zhihuan himself.
It is very difficult to adapt to the process of liberation.
It was as if Fu Zhihuan had told himself countless times that maybe on the day the murderer of Fu Yuqing was caught, he would not be in such pain anymore.
But at this time, it will be extremely clear.
These pains do not come from the hatred of the murderer, but from the love of their loved ones.
So Fu Zhihuan will never forget those pains.
Because that is the proof of Fu Yuqing's existence.
"I don't know how to comfort you, but if you are sad." Wen Ruan tilted her head slightly, raised her hand, gently put it on the back of Fu Zhihuan's hand, then clenched it tightly, and said slowly: "Would you like to hug me?" ?”
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, but was silent for a moment, then straightened up without saying a word, raised his hand and hugged Wen Ruan tightly in his arms.
He slowly closed his eyes, and could clearly feel Wen Ruan's comforting pats on his back.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelashes and said with a chuckle, "You're coaxing the child."
Wen Ruan didn't let go, instead she held Fu Zhihuan tightly. She thought for a while, and then said softly, "My lord will coax you too."
Fu Zhihuan hummed, and then said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"What's all right?" Wen Ruan puffed up her cheeks, pretending to be fierce and ordered: "In the future, you can't just tell me happy things, you should also tell me unhappy things! If you do this again in the future, just don't say anything If you try to be brave, I won't tell you the unhappy things and pretend to be happy! Do you understand?"
"..."
Fu Zhihuan sorted out the string of tongue twisters, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. He lowered his eyes, opened his mouth, but made no sound.
After being quiet for a while, he gradually retracted the arms that hugged Wen Ruan, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
Many things have long been different.
In the barren life in the past, it seemed that at a certain moment, a spring rain finally came.
Thousands of bouquets of flowers bloomed in that originally barren land.
Fu Zhihuan knew.
He will never be alone again.
The two walked out of the courthouse side by side, and before they left the steps, they suddenly heard that the surroundings, which were quiet just now, suddenly became noisy.
Immediately, a small group of reporters came out from that corner without knowing it, and surrounded Fu Zhihuan with their cameras on their shoulders—
"You are the brother of the victim in this case, right? May I ask what made you insist on not giving up this case for twenty years?"
"We heard that as early as ten years ago, the police had investigated one of the insiders of this case. May I ask why the criminal was not arrested at that time?"
"This case was resolved because one of the suspects surrendered himself. Does that mean that the police department's ability to handle cases has declined."
Reporters will be the first to get wind of a case like this that causes a social sensation.
Fu Zhihuan seemed to have guessed this a long time ago, with a calm expression on his face, he just glanced at Wen Ruan next to him from the corner of his eye, and motioned her to leave first.
This group of people was difficult to deal with, and he didn't want Wen Ruan to be asked embarrassing questions.
"Mr. Fu, can you briefly talk about your mental journey in the past twenty years? We are all very concerned about your views on this case and your inner feelings."
Although these questions were not aimed at Wen Ruan, for some reason, every sentence was like turning on the surround mode, making her mind tense and dizzy.
Gritting her teeth, she didn't listen to Fu Zhihuan's words and left alone. Instead, she took a step forward, grabbed his sleeve, and led him away from the crowd, preparing to leave.
The reporters swarmed up and stretched out their hands to stop, one of their arms was already anxiously poking Wen Ruan in front of his eyes.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her hand to hold that arm, twisted her back, and said in a cold tone, "Is there an end? You can speak beautiful words like this, and if you really care about people, you won't fight for headlines in this situation." Reporting rubs salt in other people's wounds."
Speaking of this, she paused, raised her index finger and pointed at the people next to her, and then counted: "One, two, three. Yes, you three are still journalists, do you know that you have no right to ask the people Cooperate with your interview? You even reached out and pulled your sleeves to block people. Are you trying to provoke trouble? The court is right in front of you, so you want to sit in the defendant's seat and drink tea? There is surveillance at the gate of the procuratorate, I advise you to understand it a little later Do something, or you will be arrested and educated sooner or later."
This series of words was extremely fluent, and the crowd who were noisy just now suddenly became quiet.
Wen Ruan pursed her lips, snorted softly, and pulled Fu Zhihuan forward.
Has been through the bustling crowd, and gradually left the noisy center.
Fu Zhihuan looked down at the hand that Wen Ruan was holding with him, a slight smile curled up on the corner of his lips, and he sighed.
Really.
For such a big man, he was dragged forward by a little girl who was much shorter than him.
However, the little girl still looks like she has thorns all over her body. Although she is so small and exquisite, she still stands in front of her with her teeth and claws.
Hearing the voices of the group of reporters gradually disappeared behind him, Wen Ruan seemed to be relieved, and let go of the fierce look just now.
She seemed to think of something, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that when Lu Kechen was involved in the case, there were people blocking the police station to interview me."
At that time, it was Fu Zhihuan who held her hand, protected her, and led her out of the noisy crowd that seemed to be swallowing people up.
Now, she can do the same.
Fu Zhihuan's peach blossom eyes were raised slightly, his brows were narrowed, and there was a hint of a half-smile in his eyes: "You protect me so much, isn't it embarrassing for me to be a boyfriend?"
Wen Ruan paused, thought carefully about Fu Zhihuan's question, then turned his head, not in a joking tone, but corrected him word by word: "That's not right, no matter how powerful a person is, he can't handle everything alone. "
"And I'm your girlfriend." Wen Ruan said very seriously, "Of course I will always be with you."
Fu Zhihuan also stopped walking, his eyes were lowered, and there seemed to be some gentle and delicate light in his dark eyes.
After a long time, he raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile in his tone, "Yes."
from now on.
will always be together.
In the blink of an eye it was Christmas.
Wen Ruan was very busy with work during this time, and managed to finish all the affairs before the festival. When she was planning to spend this commemorative "first Christmas together" with Fu Zhihuan, but She was called out by Qin Sushan on the phone.
Qin Sushan cried hoarsely on the other end of the phone: "He doesn't love me anymore, I want to break up with him! Wen Ruan came out to drink!"
Fu Zhihuan has to work overtime tonight, and he won't be back until after nine o'clock.
Wen Ruan looked at her watch and felt that if Qin Sushan messed around like this, someone might really die.
So she planned to go to the bar to pick up Qin Sushan, and if she had time, she might be able to surprise Fu Zhihuan at home before half past nine.
As soon as she entered the bar, she saw Qin Sushan hiccupping while holding the bottle.
She raised her head and saw Wen Ruan, she threw her nose and tears at her, "I want to break up with Qin Ziran, woo woo woo."
Wen Ruan supported Qin Sushan, and said calmly, "Don't worry, tell me about the situation first, and I'll analyze it."
Qin Sushan took a deep breath: "You know, both of us are office workers from five to nine, so he suggested that in the future, the housework should be divided into odd and even numbers. I will do it on an odd number, and he will do it on an even number."
Wen Ruan nodded: "This is very good."
"What a fart." Qin Sushan choked up and said, "Odd numbers are seven days longer than even numbers in a year! Why! I questioned him, and he told me that it was the same? Seven days, why should I do seven more days of housework than him? ?”
Wen Ruan: "..."
I shouldn't have come to meddle in your shit.
Qin Sushan looked at the expression on Wen Ruan's face, covered her chest and sighed: "I knew you couldn't understand me, but housework is the most serious problem in a couple's life. For example, if one day you and Fu Zhihuan go home , both of you are very tired, who will do the housework?"
"Nanny." Wen Ruan blurted out, "Aunt Wang is very clean, she comes here every day and helps feed the cat!"
Qin Sushan was silent for a while, and decided to change her mind: "Okay, then let's change our mind. For example, when you go to his house with Fu Zhihuan during the Chinese New Year, you are tired from driving all day and you don't have the energy to help with housework. At this time, your future mother-in-law will will have a bad impression on you..."
"No way?"
Wen Ruan thought for a moment, then interrupted: "Aunt Wang cooks in the Fu family, Mama Chen washes the sink, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhao do the cleaning, Housekeeper Zhou handles the housework, and Xiao Li drives the car. So I just need to lie down Just chat with Fu Zhihuan's mother on the sofa!"
"..." Qin Sushan fell into silence.
Sure enough, household chores may be something rich people don't worry about.
And after chatting with Wen Ruan like this, her mood didn't improve at all, on the contrary, she became even more painful.
Why am I not a rich man, shit!
So she simply gave up on Wen Ruan, and felt sorry for herself when she hugged her alone.
After two bottles of wine, Qin Sushan was so drunk that she couldn't even sit up straight, but she still hugged the table and cried heartbroken: "Why should I have an extra seven days? Isn't the relationship between us worth seven days?" ?”
Wen Ruan had a headache, and wanted to contact Qin Ziran, but remembered that the two were arguing, so she had to call Fu Zhihuan for help.
Fu Zhihuan just got off work, so he turned a corner and came here when he received the call.
When he arrived, Wen Ruan was being pestered by a hip-hop guy with dirty braids asking for his contact information, and he said with a playful smile, "Sister, you are so young, you must have just entered college, right?"
Although Wen Ruan justly refused to give the contact information.
But even so, there is still no girl who can resist the sweet talk of someone boasting that she is young.
When she was about to express her heartfelt thanks to the braided boy for his compliment, she suddenly heard a lazy male voice from behind, with a somewhat carefree tone—
"Honey, it's time to go home. Our children miss you after playing outside for so long."
...that beating tone.
Who else but Fu Zhihuan.
After hearing this, the dirty braided boy raised his head to meet Fu Zhihuan's threatening and oppressive eyes, became cowardly in an instant, slapped his ass and left.
Wen Ruan turned her head and gritted her teeth: "Fu Zhihuan!"
Fu Zhihuan laughed, straightened his body leaning on the table, and walked towards her: "What's wrong?"
"Where did I come from?" Wen Ruan was furious, "This sounds very old!"
Fu Zhihuan replied lightly: "Earl."
"..."
"When you petted the cat last night, you said to the earl 'Mom loves you', why did you turn your back on it today?"
Wen Ruan was speechless, but she still refused to admit defeat and lost her temper: "Then you can't—"
"Well, I was wrong." Fu Zhihuan bent down with a smile, reached out and pinched Wen Ruan's face, his tone was light, as if coaxing her: "But there are always others who covet our little Wen Ruan, and I will be her boyfriend Yes, can't you have some vinegar?"
... Damn.
Come to this trick again.
Use this kind of sweet talk to make yourself unable to bear to criticize.
Wen Ruan lost her temper in an instant, she snorted a little arrogantly, then bent down to move Qin Sushan to the car.
Qin Sushan babbled in her sleep, as if she was carefully slumbering, she opened her eyes a little, maybe she couldn't even read the puppet clearly, but the cry came out first: "Why do I have an extra seven days!!"
Wen Ruan was startled, and stretched out her hand to pat her chest.
She felt like she was going to have a post-traumatic shadow of the word seven.
Although there were some twists and turns in the process, Qin Sushan was finally loaded into the car and sent to the downstairs of the community.
On the way, Wen Ruan also briefly talked about Qin Sushan's situation with Fu Zhihuan, and raised his concerns by the way: "Do you think we will quarrel because we don't want to do housework in the future?"
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Wen Ruan, you wanted to do housework on a whim last Monday, and you broke a jade carving of mine."
"Broken a vase last week."
"Last month you went to the balcony to water the flowers, and all the plants on the balcony were spared."
Speaking of this, Fu Zhihuan laughed, and asked slowly: "Do you think I will let you do housework?"
Wen Ruan: "...you have a really good memory."
As soon as the car was parked downstairs at Qin Sushan's house, she saw Qin Ziran wearing a coat, waiting anxiously at the door.
Seeing Fu Zhihuan's car, he quickly ran over in small steps, opened the car door, and helped Qin Sushan up with a distressed face: "Okay baby, let's go home."
Qin Sushan was woken up by Huangyou. When she opened her eyes and saw Qin Ziran, she sniffled, and then cried and said that sentence: "Why should I do it for seven more days???"
Qin Ziran repeatedly echoed: "Yes, it's all my fault, I will do it on odd days from now on!"
The two of them went up the stairs just like that.
Wen Ruan glanced at the window, then sighed: "They have such a good relationship."
Fu Zhihuan pondered for a while, and asked a question that has been bothering him for a long time: "So, why do they have to follow the odd and even numbers of the date, so they can't take shifts every other day?"
"..."
As expected of a man of science.
Originally, Wen Ruan planned to prepare a candlelight dinner at home, and when Fu Zhihuan came back, he could have a very romantic Christmas as a matter of course.
But Qin Sushan was tormented by this matter, and it was almost ten o'clock after returning home.
After eating something hastily and washing up, it was almost time for bed.
Wen Ruan was a little unhappy, she huddled up on the sofa, changing TV channels boredly.
When you are in a bad mood, there are even more TV commercials!
Fu Zhihuan came out of the shower and wiped his damp hair with a bath towel.
He looked down and saw the depressed expression on Wen Ruan's face, so he laughed, sat down beside her, slowed down his voice, and coaxed, "Why are you unhappy?"
Wen Ruan turned her body sideways and rested her head on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder: "I originally prepared a Christmas surprise for you."
Fu Zhihuan smiled and pinched the tip of her nose lightly: "It's okay, there's still next year."
"It's different!" Wen Ruan felt a little aggrieved, "This year is the first time you and I spend Christmas, and next year will not be the first time."
Speaking of this, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned over and supported Fu Zhihuan's shoulders: "Otherwise we will break up tonight and make up immediately tomorrow, and pretend that we were not together at Christmas this year, so that next year we will be together again." first!"
"..."
Very Wen Nguyen style proposal.
Fu Zhihuan was amused by her, shook his head helplessly, grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile: "The proposal is rejected."
Wen Ruan was just talking at first, but he still asked casually: "Why?"
Fu Zhihuan approached her ear, his voice sounded ambiguous and gentle: "Because I can't bear it."
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback.
The way he looked at himself at this moment was too gentle, and his eyes, which were usually calm, were full of affection at this moment. Although it was just a simple sentence, it made Wen Ruan's heart thump.
Fine.
It seems that as long as I am with Fu Zhihuan, even if there seems to be no content and activities at all this Christmas, it will be fine.
"By the way," Wen Ruan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, she stood up supporting Fu Zhihuan's chest, turned over and got off the sofa: "I have prepared a gift for you."
As he said that, he ran into the bedroom wearing slippers, and took out a gift box from it. After opening it, there was a custom-made tie inside.
Wen Ruan was disappointed and said, "I was going to give it to you during dinner."
But she quickly remembered something, and suggested enthusiastically: "Why don't you go change into a white shirt, and then I'll try it on for you?"
"become."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, got up obediently, and shuffled back to the room to change into a white shirt, then came back and sat down in front of Wen Ruan, and reminded in a drawling voice: "Will you tie it later, don't worry about it." Eyes red with anger."
"How could it not be possible!" Wen Ruan vowed to defend his dignity to the death, "I have a strong learning ability!"
Even so, Wen Ruan was still a little guilty.
He had never tied a tie in his life.
Wen Ruan recalled what he learned online yesterday. For convenience, he simply straddled Fu Zhihuan, then put the tie around Fu Zhihuan's neck in a strange way, and—
How did you tie the knot
Like this, or like that
Can a tie be worn like a red scarf
Wen Ruan tied a tie for five minutes, loosened it and tied it again, tied it and loosened it again.
Her fingers always brushed Fu Zhihuan's neck inadvertently, and sometimes they would gently bring to his Adam's apple, just like a feather gently falling on the neck, soft but hard to hold back.
Fu Zhihuan's eyes were slightly dark, his Adam's apple rolled down slowly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his dark eyes were like a deep sea imprisoned by huge waves, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
"You win."
Finally, after ten minutes of torture, Wen Ruan loosened his tie, rubbed his sore hands, and said with a little disappointment in his tone, "Otherwise, you'd better do it yourself."
After finishing speaking, he was about to get off Fu Zhihuan.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly clasped Wen Ruan's back, pressing her in front of him, and then pressed her on the sofa with a crisp and sharp movement.
A black shadow fell instantly, and the tie in Wen Ruan's hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
The non-glare light fell on Fu Zhihuan's face, making his bones more distinct.
A pair of peach blossom eyes with microstrips are somewhat seductive, and the long eyelashes are like feathers, as if each strand is clearly visible. There was deepness in the dark pupils, but there seemed to be a little smile.
Fu Zhihuan bent down close to her ear, his voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of bewitching: "Wen Ruan."
"What, what's wrong?"
"Can we continue?"
Time seems to cross at this moment.
Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that the first time he met Fu Zhihuan, the environment was not very beautiful, the station was crowded, and the crowd was noisy.
Following the flow of people coming and going, she saw Fu Zhihuan at a glance.
The face is clear and handsome, and the voice is cold.
People will regret the decisions they have made more or less.
But she never regretted the heartbeat at that moment.
Wen Ruan chuckled, raised his hand to hook Fu Zhihuan's neck, closed his eyes and kissed his lips.
How to describe this feeling
It's like a wind blowing across the mountains, waking up the wildfire in the mountains.
But I'm willing to melt into that fire, just to embrace you.
After a long time, Wen Ruan stopped, gently pressed Fu Zhihuan's forehead, then opened his eyes, looking back at his eyes very seriously.
Then, he smiled and said, "Well, yes."
We all have our past.
Weeds and vines grow crazily in the barrenness, and when the black clouds roll over the wilderness, it is accompanied by depressing thunder and lightning that split the night.
But there is always a little light.
Walking along this light, you can stretch out your hand and open up a world full of spring flowers.
The white deer kisses the flowers, and the sparrow dreams.
At the end of the light source, there will still be you standing.
It's always been you.
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The author has something to say: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
There will probably be a marriage chapter x a campus special short story x a cub raising chapter for the extra episode. There will definitely be three, and the rest will depend on imagination.
Actually, I really want to write a parallel episode, but I don’t know if Xianyan Channel can write it. If I can’t write it, I will put it on Weibo (maybe)
The advance collection is "Buy a CEO to Gossip", Xie Yanchi x Qin Yuqing, the next book is likely to write this, because the elements of the book of Fatal Submission and the book of Water and Fire Man overlap, I am afraid that I will write a series of seamless connections!
I don’t remember what else to say, but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I finished writing the main text,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wait a minute for a pre-receipt copy, hey, I almost forgot, by the way, maybe I just mentioned a sentence before, everyone thinks my cousin is a scumbag.
Although it was indeed set up by a scumbag man, he ran away from home in collusion with his ex-fiancée, because his ex-fiancée didn't want to engage in a marriage contract. Xie Yanchi felt that it was inconvenient for her to talk to her family because she was a little girl, so he did it himself to force her Parents divorced.
I seem to have mentioned a sentence in Chapter 34 that many people have not seen.
"Buy a President to Gossip"
Qin Yuqing accepted a love variety show, and her agent chose an amateur to act as her boyfriend for her.
On the day of the meeting, she stepped into the private room.
Xie Yanchi was lazily leaning on the chair, when he saw someone coming in, he slightly raised his eyelids to look at her, and then half-closed his eyes.
The temperament is unrestrained, the standard gentle scum style.
Qin Yuqing pulled out the contract and took off his sunglasses: "After the variety show ends, we will break up peacefully. If there is no problem, then sign the contract."
A bright and beautiful face coincided with the face in memory.
Xie Yanchi paused for a moment, then slowly picked up the contract, glanced at it, and suddenly chuckled: "Two hundred thousand?"
"Want to bargain?"
Xie Yanchi had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a half-smile, put the gel pen on the fingertips and twirled it skillfully, and then wrote: "No. No bargaining."
Qin Yuqing glanced at the name: "Wait...Aren't you Mr. Zhao?"
Xie Yanchi casually put down his pen: "Oh, I forgot to remind you, you entered the wrong private room."
"..." Qin Yuqing was silent: "I'm sorry, otherwise this contract will be void?"
Xie Yanchi raised his eyelashes, with a smile in his eyes: "Little girl, you can buy me for 200,000 yuan, how can you return the product after taking advantage of it?"
Xie Ershao of Huarui Group, although he looks cynical and unrestrained, everyone knows that he is an ancestor who is not easy to mess with.
There was once an ignorant person who brought a young man to pour wine for Xie Yanchi.
Before the wine was filled, Xie Yanchi laughed softly to himself, leaned down and approached the newcomer's ear, his brows were cold, and his tone was cold: "Get lost."
Later, on a popular variety show, everyone saw this unprovoked ancestor following an unknown 18th-line actress with his pockets in his pocket, his eyes were full of smiles:
"Little girl, do you want to learn how to kiss today?"
"Take the fart and get out."
[Monster with black belly X bright beauty]
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