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Zhuang Yali kept waiting... and finally received a cold word from Mu Hanyu, "You can't leave this place until my sister wakes up, so you can enjoy it."

These words made Zhuang Yali fall from heaven to hell.

Whenever there was a time, Su Xueyi would go over and torture her, which left her scarred... She thought, why didn't her father come to save her... Some questions appeared in her eyes, and suddenly a realization flashed across her eyes. Also, in the past few years, her father had only

He knows money and doesn't care about himself at all. Even if he makes a mistake or wins an award, he doesn't care. He only cares about his work... Haha...

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In a certain European-American villa in Europe, Mu Luoxi (Mu Qing's mother) was sewing dolls leisurely while humming a ditty, while Mu Fengmo (Mu Qing's father) was leisurely watching TV.

Suddenly Mu Luoxi made a sound, and Mu Fengmo immediately put down the apple in his hand and asked inarticulately, "Honey, are you okay?"

"Ouch...it hurts so much," Mu Luoxi said with a sad face, and showed her finger to Mu Fengmo. Blood gushed out from the place where the needle pricked. Mu Fengmo said distressedly, "My wife, don't

Cry, don’t cry.”

The servants continued to do their own things. They were used to this kind of thing. They had been doing this kind of scenes several times a day, and they were already numb. Although the outside world said that Mu Fengmo was very cold, they must have never seen this.

Only Mu Fengmo at home would make this comment - -.

"That's not right, husband, why do I feel uneasy in my heart?" Mu Luoxi looked at her husband strangely and said. Mu Fengmo smiled forcefully, "Wife, what are you talking about? Look at you.

Every time he does this, he talks nonsense." His eyes were obviously twinkling.

Mu Luoxi is not blind. She must have noticed it, but she still didn't ask. No matter how much she checked, she couldn't find out what happened. This made Mu Luoxi crazy. Think about it... forget it, anyway, God

When it collapsed, my husband was holding it up.
Chapter completed!