"Mom, there are a few questions I don't know how to answer." "What's your question, Shao Chen?" "Your butt is really nice." Han Jing took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, you're not bad." What the hell kind of conversation is this? "I really want to squeeze it a few times." "Wait a minute, son!" Han Jing finally couldn't help interrupting Han Shaochen's consultation, "Who told you this, a man or a woman?" "A man." A calm voice came from the microphone. Han Jing held her phone and felt bad all over. The story of an autistic child trying to grow up and helping each other and growing up in love may happen around you and me. Weibo @ The glass is carefully broken. If there is a small theater or a big surprise dropped, please pay attention to it! The Jie Party can retreat╮(￣▽￣"")╭ ps: This time it's not a short story, it's a long story.
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