Fu Jue took Jiang Zhiruo home. For Jiang Zhiruo, the meaning of these two words is different. She looked down at her palm, which was tightly held by Fu Jue; There was a warm He Du from there, penetrating her palm to the bottom of her heart. Fu Jue didn't seem to notice her expression, his eyes just fell on Lele's body, and he was laughing happily. Along the way, Jiang Zhiruo barely spoke. She wrote her hand, and there seemed to be a faint body left there. This feeling was unprecedented for her. Although, over the years, there have been quite a few suitors; But none of those men could give her the security she wanted......

Chapter 68 of "I'm Crazy Whitewashing Dressed as an Idol": Go home and hit it in your hand, please wait a while,

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