“Yes, yes, your father is crazy, he wants to divorce his mother for an outsider!” Lan Yaqin said anxiously, “You hurry up and persuade him, I’m your mother, don’t you have the heart to lose me? ?”
Fu Yuan took a step back, with a low, lazy lips, a very standard Beijing accent, light and lazy, “Isn’t that good?”
Lan Yaqin’s eyes trembled, “You, what did you say?”
The corners of Fu Yu’an’s lips curled up with a beautiful curve, and the breeze and bright moon were as gentle as ever.
However, what he said was cruel and ruthless to Lan Yaqin, “You don’t know, this is my childhood dream.”
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