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Mu Wanwan clenched Ling Shi and closed the door of the courtyard. After thinking about it, he still did not put Ling Zhi in the courtyard and moved to the room.

She collected the unexpected month, packed the coins, and the spirit stone was placed on Mr. Long's pillow-

He was lying on the bed well, and his expression was the same as when she went out.

"Mr. Long, did you do it?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but asked, and of course she didn't get any response. Instead, her voice fell, and Mao Chi, who was covered by the veil, made a clear cry.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Mu Wanwan quickly put down the spirit stone, walked to the hairball, and lifted the veil.

"Tweet..." The pressure disappeared, the air was there, and Mengmeng was not so uncomfortable anymore, and I couldn't care about the smelly little chicken cubs around me, lying on the ground like a relief, a humanized image It was a tweeting sound like a sigh.

Looking in Mu Wan's eyes, it seemed like he was tired and paralyzed because he was too tired.

She felt distressed at once, released Mengmeng, reached out her fingers and touched his little head, "Mengmeng, aren't you?"

Mengmeng doesn't know anything, Mengmeng is innocent, Mengmeng blinked the black beans, and rubbed the palm of her hand enthusiastically.

Its performance is like saying-"Mengmeng did it!"

His eyes were soft. Mu Wanwan said softly and softly, "Mengmeng is really great!"

A god who secretly watched everything in secret: "..............."

This is another chirp! !

Mr. Long was aggrieved to death. He really wanted to open his eyes and said that he did it, but he was afraid that if he suddenly woke up, his wife would be afraid.

Most importantly, his wife has not bathed him yet.

Forget it, he will bear!

Mr. Long pursed his lips, no matter whether a heart had turned into a lemon, his body remained motionless, listening to her sourly.

Counseling and helpless, sadly, when Shenshen saw her saying "Thank you Mao for being very happy", the feeling of grievances gradually dissipated.

He put his ears upright and listened to her worrying that Fu Liu would retaliate, but he didn't worry about it-

How could he just let that maid slap herself to expose her offense and inferiority to his wife? It is even more unlikely that she will have the opportunity to engage in trouble. Soon after she returns, she will probably be thrown out for death.

Soon after being thrown out, you may find that your aura in Dantian uses one point and one point, and you can no longer practice.

Mr. Long thought darkly that he was not the kind-hearted dragon. Mao Chiu had replaced the credit for this time. What if Madam knew he did it and thought he was a ruthless dragon?

Thinking this way, the last bit of depression in my heart was also replaced by pleasure.

Oh, this hair chirp seems to be very happy, and after a few days, it will be badly tweeted by his wife.

If Mengmeng knows that she is carrying the pot again, she will cry. If she doesn't understand anything, she will give the bad dragon so many pots. It's really awful. The big cub tweeted it!

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, but she was only able to accept things like this. Without delaying time, she calmed Mao Chiu and went to the kitchen to get hot water.

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