Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    —— Kiss your cheek on the cheek of your kiss, and tears down. It only swayed for your father's heart, the dressing table is not next to him and the lotus platform...On the

    stage is the classic sing of "The Legend of the White Snake". Just listening to it, Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, who are disguised as men, can appear in their minds. Love story of the big long worm.

    "Cough..." A

    patient cough sounded in the cubicle, and was soon suppressed again.

    "Master, you..."

    Zheng Hua covered his mouth and raised his other hand to stop him from speaking. Zhao Junfeng could only take out the medicine bottle, pour out one pill, and give it to him, then took the herbal tea.     ——Who

    knows that this thief, Fahai, is trying to separate my husband and wife from mother and child...

Zuo Yan and Xu Dagu were quietly holding melon seeds in their hands, and the movement of melon seeds being separated made them look at each other.

    After these two came in, the old artist Zheng refused to let his apprentice speak, for fear of interrupting Si Jia's listening to the play, so that both of them ate melon seeds and attracted disapproving eyes from the other.

    After Zuo Yan finished eating the last pill in his hand, his little paw surreptitiously stretched out on the table, staring at Si Jia from the corner of his eyes.

    Seeing the grass cakes immediately arrived, Zuo Yan stopped, his fingers scratched in the air unwillingly, and instead stretched out to the red bean cake next to the grass cakes.

    "That, I'll try it for him."

    Si Jia Yuguang swept across the grass cake, and his eyes fell on the red bean cake in his hand.

    The others watched the boy's silent resistance, their faces squeezed, their lips tightened, and their dark eyes gradually burst into tears.

    Xu Dagu twitched the corners of his mouth, for a bite.

    Si Jia's expression did not change, but Zuo Yan found that the food on his hands was stained with a dark atmosphere, and the delicious food suddenly became less beautiful.

    Several people watched the teenager put back the pastry unwillingly, and took a bunch of grapes unwillingly. They didn't even turn their heads this time, their eyes were focused on the stage, and their mouths popped.

    "Don't you spit your skin?" Seeing him angry, Xu Dagu wanted to say a few words to adjust the atmosphere.

    "Have you ever seen a panda eating grapes and spitting skin?"

    "No."

    "Oh, you see it now." The spit out grape skins were placed on the paper towel.

    ——This is the gathering of mothers and children who kissed the cheeks of your child again, and asked your child to take a bite of her mother’s milk, remembering the suffering of the mother, and resolving the grievances of the mother when he grows up...