“The foreman went to buy the bricks, wood and necessities to build the house.” Last night to you, you installed qinggao, do not, today, think of it, he is left with a two-two small treasure.”I, I and my mother and I do know, you don’t go out and say, I definitely didn’t hook up the mother, we are innocent.””Happy.” The slave thought for a moment and asked, “what are you going to teach?””That’s a concession. I hope you’ll make as much for me.”
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