In the bedroom, the pink system was changed, and Yin Yijie was very quick to deal with and with;

The baby's coffin in the corner of the wall is gone, I don't know how he will deal with it;

The dream realm is still there, and it is bright;

The bed was also changed, and the curtains were all blue, from deep to light, all blue, looking so clean, so elegant.

Of course, this is just to look at it, and the facts are unknown.[

I closed the door and opened the cabinet. The entire wardrobe just changed the door. The inside was still the same, and there were a lot of clothes, brand new.

Haha, it made me look like I had never worn new clothes, but what I said was that most of the clothes had been changed. The clothes I used to be were suitable for those age groups.

Now, I don’t know if Yin Yijie has to ask him later, besides the shopping malls, do they have several clothing companies? Right, there are “several”, one specializes in the 18-year-old class and the other is the 21-year-old class.

Although they wear the same clothes on the 18th and 22th, and even the same clothes on the 35th,

It seems a bit long-winded. Anyway, Yin Yijie stuffed me a big wardrobe clothes and deeply explained the difference between a 15 or 16 girl and a 21 or 22 girl.

After thinking about it over and over again, I finished taking a shower, came out, climbed onto the bed, it was dry and comfortable, so let's go to bed.

There seemed to be some movement in the living room outside, but my bedroom was a separate small space. Uh, they would just say it.

I catch the mistress and quarrel or get jealous. To be precise, I don’t know who the mistress is.

Look, Boss Hu and Yin Yijie's mother are the orders of their parents. What's this? Maybe he even tear me apart my quail into a plaque. Why did I freeze my chicken?

Looking at that corner, the corner where the baby had been let go, I was stunned and didn't think about anything.

Yes, don't think about anything when you try hard, what baby, what messes about him, Hu Lan, his mother, Hu Lan's father

Close your eyes and count the stars.

A wisp of loss is like a meteor.

I kind of want to get up and look at the stars. If I endure it, I'd better lie down.

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