"Ah! Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Qingqing yelled.
"You, you... Go out, who let you in." In this way, the ten-year-old Mu Qingqing and Si Guangmo formed a relationship.
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"Mom, how could you do this? I will not marry this scumbag." "Qingqing, look at you, you are twenty-five years old and you don't even have a boyfriend. Mom is worried, isn't she? Mom has watched Momo grow up. He is tall and handsome, and he is a good match for you." The Si family, which is only separated by a wall, is as quiet as water. "It doesn't matter." A hint of smile appeared in his dark eyes: "Xiao Nizi, you can't escape my hand. Even if you run away like this, you are still mine."
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"Momo, my stomach hurts so much." "Baby, be good and I'll rub it for you and it won't hurt anymore."
"Momo, I don't like that woman." "Baby, do you think you should cut her into pieces or dump her body in the wild."
"Momo, look, my pockets are empty." "Baby, my husband is yours, and of course the cards in my wallet are also yours."