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... that Jiangning Pier was just around the corner.

"Mother, do you want to go to Xiaolang Jundao? After all, he also helps a lot of mothers." Xing Niang thought for an afternoon, he asked Yan Yan opinions.

"Yeah." Yan Yan should have a voice, "Go here."

The evening green helps the face to wear a cloak.

Song Blue pushed open the door, and then saw Xiaoyue under the moonlight, standing in the doorway, wearing a dark red round neck uniform, ink hair, it looks much more spir ...

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