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... Bo listened to his mind, and the old man could transfer his attention and love his great-grandson. That is also good.

After a year is a brand new year, winter to spring, in the blink of an eye, this belly is bigger every day, sleep at night can only be lying sideways, hands and feet swelling, back pain, often turn over and go to sleep, and occasionally in the middle of the night Legs cramps, wake up.

Lu Beichuan couldn't remember how many times in the middle of the night, he woke ...

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