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... ver, he lost his job in a hurry and rushed here. Her eyes were hot, "Uncle".
He stretched his hands around his waist, his face slumped on his chest.
"Why, isn't it uncomfortable?" Song Chulang stroked her head, "Did you eat?"
"Eat," Lu Qing nodded, "What about you?"
Song Chulang blinked, "Not yet."
Lu Qingyi looked at the phone. It was almost two o'clock. She sipped her mouth. "Why don't you eat lunch? It doesn't matter if you come later. I'm not seriously ill. ...
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