The man on the couch bit his thin lips and the cigarette went out.

He continued to light a cigarette.

Fu Xi smiled, "Let's talk about it." Don't want me to like you? It's because you think I'm not good. ”

Jiang He had never encountered such a thick-skinned person.

was scared away by her before, and this is to live or die and not let her go.

She didn't want to talk.

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"Little Ancestor Lu Ziye, Reduced to the Pet of Fu Ye's Heart" Chapter 112 Chapter 112 It's a little sour It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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