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Chapter 32: Why are you playing with me 3

What do you think he is? A fertility machine cannot be used?

Half a year ago, he naively thought that as long as they found a woman to marry according to their wishes, they should not bother him, and he should be free for at least a few years!

But it's only half a year... it's only half a year. Is this freedom over again?

Damn it, where did he turn out to make a child for them? Have you had a baby with that woman?

It's so funny. He can't see the scheming woman who can't even see her? He has no reaction at all. How can he have a baby?

The poem is shallow...the poem is shallow...the poem is shallow...the poem is shallow...

This good girl he thought was now a mess of his life!

If possible, he really wanted to pinch her slender neck with his big palm, and then pinch it hard, until she died!

Do you hate her? Have you hated her for using his heart to get close to him?

To be honest, he didn't know very well whether that feeling was hatred!

If he hates it, then he doesn't seem to be qualified to resent anything, because his motives were not pure at the beginning!

Then he should be unwilling to accept it, right? That should be a feeling of unwillingness. This unwillingness made him extremely disgusted with her!

There are so many women around him, and there are countless purposeful women, but the purpose of those women is so obvious and so clear, but she... she has never let him see through it.

When he got married, he thought that he was right to marry her. Although such a woman was boring, she would have no problem living a stable life...

Haha! Haha! It’s really ironic. The placement of these in front of him now made him feel extremely ironic!

"Shi Qianwei! In this world, the woman who plays with me has not been born yet! Why... why do you play with me?"

Thinking that he was upset about his children now, but he should have fallen asleep at home and sleeps soundly, his psychological side was extremely unbalanced, and his psychological resentment almost almost burned him!

"The poem is shallow, the poem is shallow! Why? Why do I bother with everything?"

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