One hundred and eighteen, beat Yang Jiacheng!
It's snowflake season, and white edelweiss fall from the sky, some of which melt in mid-air before they even fall to the ground, and some of which melt at the touch of a touch.
In another week, it will be the Spring Festival, and the shopping mall will be lively, with all kinds of red blessing characters and all kinds of festive dolls, which will be fiery at a glance.
Su Qiqiao stood at the entrance of the mall wearing a long black down jacket and a pair of dark brown mid-heel snow cotton.
"Let's go." Nan Jinnian put away the car keys and walked to Su Qiqiao's side.
Seeing this, Su Qiqiao took his arm; "Let's go to the department store first."
"Hmm." Nan Jin smiled and nodded: "If you are tired, you must rest." ”
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