After the two English classes were successfully pondered by Yu Huan, the two of them were the first to rush out of the classroom and run to the cafeteria, Zhuo Nan was really hungry, he only cared about buying porridge for Yan Hui in the morning, and when he mentioned the door of the hospital, he remembered that he hadn't eaten, and he was so angry that he forgot about to come out, and when the bell rang after school, his galloping stomach jumped as if he was about to participate in a marathon.

"How did you act like you'd let it out?" Yu Huan took out a can of drink out of nowhere and pushed it forward, "Don't choke in front of me." ”

"Don't worry," Zhuo Nan unscrewed the lid and took a sip, which was really chilling, "My mother won't want you to be her son." ”

"Why? Is my son bad? ”

Zhuo Nan reached out and squeezed his arm, "Quite a bit."

"The Self-cultivation of the Fan Brother" 027: The first strike is strong, and the hand is hitting, please wait for a while,

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