Zhou Gang is an acute child, and he is just right, there are very few bends in his heart. Some things, if he does not clearly remind him, he simply can't think of it.

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It is said that Bai Yu and Dong Fang Mu left from the Meng family and returned to the Dongfang Bieyuan. Just after coming out of the carriage, they saw a person standing outside the gate, squatting outside the gate like a stone statue, letting the snow falling on the top of his head. , eyebrows, hair tips.

There was already a thin layer of snow on the navy blue cloak, and the next person on the side lifted his umbrella and pushed him away.

White frowning, is he going to sell poorly? Want to win the sympathy of her and her mother in this way?

The next man hurriedly handed the footstool, and Dong Mu stepped down and stood down to help the white squat to get off.

Looking at the child, the child who is quite similar to him, this child can recognize his child who is cold and cold at a glance!

He wants to go in the past, but he seems to have a heavy weight. He can't move a minute. The thousand words that were originally accumulated in the belly. At this moment, he can't say a word.

She looked at her and got off the bus, watching her step by step toward him, watching the originally closed door open, watching her figure almost disappeared in front of his eyes, he realized that If he does not speak now, there is no chance.

Yan Qinghan suddenly rushed up, grabbed the white arm, and tightly, as if the iron hoop: "Yan Er, Yan Er, is not able to hold you, is wrong, and was deceived by the monk." I thought, I thought it was --" He said that he could not export. If he said that he would export, Dong Mu would definitely kill him.

"Yan, you believe, hey, don't you really want to recognize you, you will go back with you, you will definitely compensate you, give you a chance, okay?"

The white cockroach couldn't make it, and the Eastern Mu stretched out his hand and smashed it, and immediately retracted his hand.

Dongfang Mu pulled the white scorpion behind his body. The tall body stood in front of the chilly cold. Cold voice: "When you are cold, do you still have a face here? What is it here? Is it because you come here?"

The heart, lungs and lungs of Yan Qinghan followed him and said, "Hey, I used to be wrong. I am sorry, I am sorry, Yan, I am asking you, let me see you!"

Dongfang Mu extended his hand and pushed him out of the door. He said: "You can see it, the first ten, the Beijing government, and let you see one."

He was busy asking: "Why is it the capital of Beijing?"

Dongfang Mu cold smiled: "You will know when you arrive, ask so much to do?"

The door closed, and the two worlds were isolated. One was warm as spring, and the other was cold and biting.

When Qing Qing thought about what she had said before, her eyes were cold and cold. When she looked at him, it seemed as if she was watching a group of gray silences. She said, I want to stay away from you!

I want to be with you!

For thirteen years, no matter how coldly he was, she insulted her with a small donkey and deliberately let the next person treat her with her. She never said that she was away from him.

He never thought that the Oriental nephew would have to stay away from him one day!

People only know the pain when they are lost.

When you have it, you don't know what you have, and you can do it.

Now that he is about to lose, he will understand it. If he loses, that is all he has.

Ridiculous, he was self-sufficient, and where did he go? How can it become such a humble self?

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