His voice, like a silk flower, will entangle people's hearts.

Wen Que suddenly couldn't shout shyly, "I didn't call you anything, I ......"

"I heard you say ...... Public? Qi Zhaowei stole her chatterbox.

"Where? You heard it wrong. Wen Que's words were quibbling, and the more he described, the darker and darker, "I just thought...... I want to call you old... Old rooster! Old Iron! Do you know? Day by day, the certificate has not been obtained, and the marriage has not yet been concluded

"I was almost spoiled by him" Chapter 132 The seven-colored bouquet is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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