"Hmm..."

The next day, Joe woke up and found himself refreshed and in better spirits than before.

"I wish I could dream every day!"

Little Joe stretched comfortably, rolled over and got out of bed, and kicked the passport and wallet that had fallen on the side of the bed into the bed.

"Hmm... Did I kick something? ”

Little Joe looked down, only to find that there was nothing on the ground.

The big bed is on the back cover, there is only a gap, and if you don't lie on the ground and look in, you won't know what has rolled under the bed.

However, Xiao Qiao was only puzzled for a moment, and did not lie down to check.

She shrugged her shoulders and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Huh........

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