Emperor Xiao ascended the throne, respected his fans and was willing to marry the United States in exchange for 500 years of peace, and established a special force cp. The memory of Jianguo is reflected in history. After Jianguo added an affectionate touch to the history books, he began to cherish his feelings more and more. Of course, licking a dog is like that pampas grass, no matter how soft it is, it will never look back if it is as fierce as iron. Time flies, and the day comes quickly when he needs to resign from the majority of the natives. Jianguo stands on the top floor of the tower and looks at the dense pillars under the gray-blue sky. The golden wine in the crystal wine glass collides with the ice cubes. He suddenly thinks of Pence and yesterday. The day before, the sun was just right, and they were standing on the lawn of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Jianguo suddenly felt a little tired. He was holding his phone and looking at the Twitter edit page, and he was distracted. After a while, his brows, which were wearing eye patches while sunbathing, suddenly became determined. He quickly edited a few messages, sent them, and stuffed his phone into the inner pocket of his bulletproof suit. "You+are+my+baby" he whispered. Pence looked at the person in front of him. His figure was the same as when he entered the White House. He seemed to be slightly swollen. There was no big problem with his hair. It was neither short nor light. He assisted this person very well. He thought of the Xiao Huang who had lived in peace for 500 years again, and felt a little sour in his heart, but for some things, wouldn't it be better to just give and hope that he would be happy? Even a mineral water bottle is my best attitude. Yes, that's it. I am the most powerful vice president in history! He raised his eyes again and looked at Jianguo, whose golden hair was dancing in the air in front of him. The curve of his mouth was soft and nostalgic: "I will+be+here?, My+president.+"
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