Hua Po Nu
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During the live broadcast, my mother, who is slim and slim, appeared in the mirror wrapped in a bath towel, and the barrage suddenly broke out. [Is this the anchor's sister? So beautiful! The anchor called the beautiful girl over just now for us to take a look~I turned around and glanced at the door that was hastily closed in disgust, and turned the camera. "Don't think about it, everyone, that's my mother, my real mother, she's mute." The netizens in the live broadcast room dispersed in a hurry, and suddenly an account that never spoke posted a barrage. [Anchor, does your mother take a bath for at least six hours every day? ] I nodded subconsciously, but saw his next sentence. Run! That's not your mother, she's a pretty girl! It's a ghost!
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