Xiao Han rubbed his eyes, threw his mobile phone on the ground, the alarm clock rang two or three times before he woke up, and the last time, Xiao Han rolled off the bed with a quilt.

"Fuck ....." sat up on the floor, leaned his head against the edge of the bed, woke himself up for three minutes, blinked twice, afraid that it hurt stupidly, and the macho man cried This is all tmN.0 version.

"What's wrong with this, why are you crying, huh?" Xiao Mo put down his mobile phone, rushed over when he heard the sound, and saw his own son sitting on the ground wrapped in a quilt, with tears in his eyes, like a little girl, his hair was still messy, and he reached out and rubbed it.

“........？？？ ......

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