"Will you marry me?" Qingye asked Jin Zhinan, who was focusing on the stock price in front of him.
"I..."
"Forget it, I know you're still young and haven't even graduated from college yet, so you probably don't want to get married." Qing also clenched the pregnancy test form crumpled into a ball in her hand, "Let's break up!"
Emphasis: It's a sweet article, it's a sweet article, it's a sweet article!
Concept: Relaxing, chasing his wife in the crematorium
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