But before I could stretch out my hand, my brother seemed to see my intentions, and said repeatedly: "Don't taste it, you can't taste it, this persimmon tree has been bitter since my mother's death."

Such a spiritual persimmon tree? After my brother took me to look elsewhere again, it was getting late, and it was inconvenient for my brother to accompany me anymore, so he knew that the personal maid who had just taken office was waiting for me carefully.

………………………… I know the author's words.,It's been a long time since I've updated it.。。 I'm sorry.

"My Mr. Zhuge " spiritual persimmon tree is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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