“Ape, why do you think she speaks so unpleasantly?” Meng Ying stomped her feet and looked at Patrick aggrievedly, “Although I am just your friend, but she is not your wife, how could you only raise her? ”
Patrick tilted his head, his eyes touched the girl’s pink cheeks, showing a soft and cute look.
The eyes that have always been jealous are a bit gentle, the rolling Adam’s apple releases a **** looseness, and he speaks slowly, his voice is low and hoarse, “Well, just keep Fu Xiaoting.”
Meng Ying, “…”
The face that was flushed, turned black in an instant, and almost died of vomiting.
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