The head teacher pushed up his glasses and called the roll.
"Han Qing."
A boy agreed loudly: "Here we come."
"Momo."
Amidst the bursts of laughter from the whole class,
Momo blushed and buried her head in her arms.
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When Han Qing left,
He handed the class fee and class roster to Momo.
"This class is left to you, monitor."
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Momo rushed up to the top floor in one breath,
I saw Han Qing covering his bitten right hand,
Return to a safe distance,
He turned against the light, his eyes bright,
"She was holding the child, and the coercive measures were ineffective.
Officer, I leave this mother and son to you. "
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Han Qing walked from the end of the flower gallery with his back straight and a bouquet in hand.
The wind is blowing under your feet, your eyebrows are like pictures,
Momo put her hand in his palm,
"Now, the rest of my life is up to you, my love."
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Opened in November,
If you are interested, you can keep it in your collection.
Yeah.
The copy was written on November 6