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This house, Qiao Ling is gone, let this man do whatever he wants.
The room full of warmth in the past was like an endless abyss and a nightmare in Wen Xien's eyes.
And this man is to blame for it all.
Ma Junying hugged Wen Xien steadily, he was not annoyed, on the contrary, he smiled with a good temper, "En, be good."
He carried her into the room with such a gentle face, and then did something that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.
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