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"Then why do you keep staring at his back?" Ye Que asked with a hint of pettiness.
Not knowing if she really felt she was getting old and losing her charm, which was causing her sense of crisis.
Chi Zaozao looked at him, unaware that he would get jealous, pouted her lips and said, "I just thought he looked familiar. Oh, why didn't you mention him when you were telling me the story?"
Ye Que, "..."
Suddenly, he felt as if he was being interrogated. Was he going to die? He dared to not tell her the whole story.
"Cough!" With a cough to cover up, Ye Que hoodwinked her, "I forgot the part that you knew him. I'll tell you later, okay?"
Chi Zaozao nodded, actually, whether he spoke about it or not, Chi Zaozao wouldn't care that much.
As long as she could integrate into his life.
Qing Er was on the rooftop, looking at the small garden there, filled with envy to death.
On the rooftop, there were various potted plants, all sorts of flowers, and a swing under the grape trellis.