"Madam, you are truly a professional servant girl." Song Qixi looked at Jiang Yihe, who was still very handsome in linen clothes and had a smile as bright as the stars. They are both human beings, so why is she a maid, but he is a guest of honor. Song Qixi expressed dissatisfaction. He was desperate for this face-based world. The old woman in the tea shop turned around and came in. When she saw Song Qixi still standing at the back door, she quickly ran out tremblingly, waving and shouting: "Oh, my God! General, your wife has fallen, General, your wife has fallen!" As Song Qixi listened, she felt a thunderbolt pass through her head. Wherever the thunder passed by, not a single brain cell was intact. She ran out and saw that Jiang Yihe led a group of people away, leaving her alone in the tea shop! Jiang Yihe, your wife is missing, your uncle.
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