I happened to meet a middle-aged woman wearing an apron who came out to find a child to eat, and after seeing them, she tightened her bib.

"Mom." A small bean came out of the crowd, nervously tugging at the corner of the woman's clothes.

Subconsciously protecting the child behind her, the woman squatted down and talked to him gently, and pushed him on the back, "Good, play with them for a while." ”

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Chapter 75 of "Wrong Love Addiction" Mother and son are dying in the hand, please wait a moment,

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