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... ating and drinking, and Xiaobai children's shoes clamored to sleep with Xiaoqiu'er.

  Mother Bai whipped her little **** abruptly, and led a group of dolls to sleep.

  Yang Qing rubbed her dizzy head and sent Qin Xue and the others away.

  Before leaving, Qin Xue told him to drink more water, and Wen Xiaorou hugged him hurtfully.

  Back in the yard, Yang Qing hugged Bai Zhijun's shoulder and muttered:

   "Brother Bai, it's up to you whether our small shop can r ...

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