After doing enough to build his heart, he walked out of the bedroom door cautiously as a thief, watching all directions, carefully walking to the living room. When she sat on the sofa peacefully, the heartbeat that was out of control like an illness finally returned to normal, picked up the phone and dialed Fu Ting's phone number. "Hey! Tingting, it's my face!" "Ah! You're still alive!" Fu Ting screamed over the phone, "Ahhhhh...you stole something from the Third Young Master and you are still alive! Yan Yan, I admire you so much!" Her face is full of black lines, is she planning to go without return? Then she watched herself die? "Ha ha ha..." Knowing that she had said the wrong thing, Fu Ting who was on the other side hurriedly laughed, but the charm of Huangfu Third Young Master was too powerful, and completely replaced her worry about her fr
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