Charles Xie sat in a chair, staring at the back of Xiao night and going further and further.
Half a ring, only moved the lips, stroking the chest that kept beating, said softly: “See you tomorrow.”
Zhao Zhao, who came into the stove, was not clear, so he blurted out and asked: “Why, what will you see tomorrow?”
Charles Xie’s cheeks were red and excited, and stood up: “Mother and wife asked me to travel tomorrow!” He rushed to Zhao’s face, pinched Zhao’s face and asked anxiously: “Zack Zhao, hurts? You? Say, I am not dreaming!”
Zack Zhao bitter melon said: “The son, I hurt! You have no dreams…”
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