Qiao's poems, regardless of anything, ran directly back to his residence.

Niang, she was wet and cold.

As soon as Qiao Shishi left, Mu Chudi returned to the shed, and the staff immediately gave her large towels, one or five or six, almost wrapping her up.

"Xiaodi, you really have it. It seems that only you can cure that poodle."

"Haha, VIP dog, 666."

"Oh, why is this chair so dirty? Isn't it a famous brand that can sit on people? My mother, my Chanel, what rubbish, it's all rubbish."

"You garbage laughs, be careful I let my father send someone to catch you in jail, not to laugh."

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