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... >Look at the villa in front of you.

Su Qingge was a little stunned.

Originally, she thought that no matter what delicious food Su Hao invited her to eat, she would deny it all.

All right now, go home directly.

She doesn't want to eat anything, she can be with her brother, and everything she eats is delicious.

"Didn't you say that some restaurants outside are tired of eating? Then come and eat at home. It happened that I invited a little cook, and she has good c ...

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