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... sister Jiang Yingyue, sent the monthly money for the first half of the year, by the way A carriage waiting for a carriage. Including the large robe sewed by the fine white cotton cloth used by Su Shuiyu after the production, and the baby's full set of small trousers.

"To be honest, how do you maintain it?" Jiang Yingyun carefully looked at Su Shuiyu, who was eating on the opposite side of the soft couch and licking the newly harvested jujube, and couldn't help but ask.

Too unreason ...

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