In the moistening garden, Chen Jiu pulled the reluctant moist son and finally came back. Faced with her endless noise, he could not help staring at her and said, "Run son, I said you can stop a little?"

"Can't stop, Chen Chang, if people don't talk anymore, you really want to be a monk. How pity do we have to leave our mother and daughter?" Suddenly Shuirun pretended to be pitiful again.

"I... My monk is a fake, not really! " Chen Jiu helplessly touched his bald head and tried to explain, "With such a beautiful wife as you, I am silly. I am going to be a monk?"

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