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... because the conversation went so smoothly, Millhouse, who was in high spirits, insisted on pulling Zhao Guoyang to drink two bottles of red wine, which was considered as having fun.

   After entering the hotel, just as Zhao Guoyang was about to get on the elevator, he saw a few girls walking in from the gate, wasn't it Yao Meng and Mu Yiyi?

  Yao Meng and the others obviously saw Zhao Guoyang, and with a shout, they trotted over and surrounded him.

   "Mr. Zhao, it's a pity ...

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