Gu Xinzhou didn't expect Song Zhen to come.

She was wearing her grandmother's old apron, because she had just kneaded her dough, and she was also wearing her grandmother's old sleeves.

The long hair was tied in a ponytail haphazardly, and a few strands of broken hair hung down like a freshly pulled willow branch in the spring.

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"I am the white moonlight of the boss" 181, this moment is too beautiful is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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