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Who in Luoyang City doesn't know him, Mr. Mo? He is the dream lover of thousands of girls - nightmare Suave and handsome, the only thing is that he likes beautiful women But everyone has the love for beauty, this is not a shortcoming However Luoyang City Mo Family Violence Shocking Scandal Who spread the rumors? ! Asshole, greetings to all your family. That young man is obviously the number one killer Wu Ming. Who is hugging him? Obviously, alas, the explanation is just a cover-up You treacherous son, you are doing nothing all day long and causing trouble. Tomorrow you pack up your things and go to Tianshan to learn art. Oh, you framed me, you want to go to Tianshan, right? Hum, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years That, um, this eldest brother, I am the third young master of the Mo family You look familiar. We must have known each other in our past lives. Can you borrow some money first to meet emergency needs? I will pay you back double in the future. Hey, hey, what are you doing? If you don't want to borrow it, why don't you borrow it? Let it go. Oh, why did you take me out? Ah, say it first, don't slap me in the face I don't remember offending you A: Have you heard? Mr. Mo is about to return to the city after studying art. B: Ah, so fast. Do you think it looks like it? C: Run quickly, Mr. Mo is back People on the street fled Someone is messed up What's going on, is it really Mo Zifei? Then why would you let yourself, a girl, pretend to be the young master of the Mo family? Thank you for watching "Nongbenduojiao" http:\u002F\u002Fread. Xxsy. Net\u002Finfo\u002F347274. Html Recommended http:\u002F\u002Fread. Xxsy. Net\u002Finfo\u002F367558. Html Bajie throwing hydrangea http:\u002F\u002Fread. Xxsy. Net\u002Finfo\u002F369964. Html

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My wife, the school beauty, is a DINK and is very cold in that regard. Unexpectedly, she suddenly figured it out and was willing to give birth to a monkey with me, and also made me love meals every day. After my son was born, I was diagnosed with terminal gastric cancer, and she and her son successfully inherited all my inheritance. It was only after my death that I found out that the loving meals she cooked for me every day were made from waste oil from the range hood. She also replaced our child with the adulterer's son. She and the adulterer ate my human blood steamed buns, and tortured and killed me and her biological son. I refused to close my eyes, and when I opened them again, it was on the day my wife gave birth.