At night, the wall clock on the wall shook until eight o'clock.

Wang Xiaole went to brush the dishes and chopsticks, and Yu Chunjiao went to the second floor to do yoga in order to maintain a good figure and the activity of her body.

There was nothing to do, so Zhang Zhiming took it to the bedroom and carried the guitar to the living room, played a few folk songs, and practiced the skills that were about to be rusty.

It's a pity that the song sung by Zhang Zhiming has been listened to by Chunjiao for a long time, and now it has lost its initial sense of amazement.

Even if you hear it, it won't be

"After being reborn, my friend's mother became my maid" Chapter 367: The night is already thick and I am hitting in my hand, please wait a while,

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