Ye Haoran was lying on the rocking chair, wandering gracefully, with white gloves in his left hand and skewering one by one, it was not a precious wood, it was purely a scholar.

From time to time, the right hand picks up the teacup on the tea tray and takes a sip, which is called a comfort.

"Little waste... Little waste..."

Brother Wren called twice, and Ye Haoran knew that someone was coming.

Since the stupid bird who owes the beating has learned this sentence, as long as he sees someone, he will shout twice and teach

"Comprehensive Urban Drama Starts from Thirty Only" Chapter 1066 Candle Moon Breeze, Farce is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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