Shangye has been waiting in the living room, but before long, Xiaocao comes out with a calm natural breath. Shangye looks at Xiaocao's clothes and frowns slightly, but says nothing. He pulls up Xiaocao's clothes. "Let's go."

I got on the bus and was driven directly by Shangye. But when I was driving, what did you always do with my hand? Xiaocao didn't understand. He cleared his throat. "President, please take your hands off and drive safely." Xiaocao wants to break his hand, but how can she break it, which is almost the size of Shangye's palm? He sighed a little and let him hold it in his hand.

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