Without Yang Zhe waking up Jiang Xun, Xiao Qingzao ran over from the backyard and lifted the mosquito net, she pinched Jiang Xun's nose, but she giggled......

Jiang Xun slept in a daze, he reached out and patted the little green jujube's head, stroking the little hairy head, making him feel at ease.

"Xunzi, have breakfast." Yang Zhe was not at home last night, nor did he return to the group, he got up early today and went into the kitchen, carefully preparing today's breakfast.

Eggs with chopped green onions

"My Drama Years" Chapter 470 The years of youth are like a river is being hit, please wait a moment,

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