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Lin Yi'an: Bai Xinxin, my mother tongue is speechless, do you understand? Bai Xinxin, who was asked five times: Hmm~ (smiling brightly) Lin Yi'an clenched his fingers: If you have any conscience, you should pretend to understand! {Hehehehehe, no, do it again, this time I promise I will} (￣_,￣) In this language, Lin Yi'an gritted his teeth: Okay, if you still don't understand, you are dead. ----------An Xia: Xing, do you like her? Hey, hey, hey, what nonsense are you talking about? If you like him, I must be sick. Besides, he is very manic. An Xia looked away at the manic man next to him and was speechless: You don't have a clear understanding (recognition) of yourself, don't you know why he is manic? Years later, looking at the gentle and wealthy Master Lin, Bai Xinxin couldn't help but sigh: Fortunately, he was quick, but. Bai Xinxin, come here quickly! Alas, here we come, young master! ! ! -------My husband is very gentle, especially in high school. Is that okay, Mr. Lin? Well, that's it, send it to Moments. Friends, I'm doing fine, don't worry about me

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