"It's not allowed."

Song Ci, "..."

Huo Mohen, "..."

It's really not allowed.

"Little dumplings, you have a sip of a son and daughter, and now we haven't made one yet. It is better to go upstairs to build it now. Don't let them see this kind of picture."

Jiang Sui carried Tang poetry upstairs.

That's right, just carry it.

It's upstairs.

Love and love.

It's really not suitable for children.

Tang Shi's coquettish voice came, "Jiang Sui, don't make your feet outside. In the event of being recorded, how can you let the children see me in the future? I want to establish a gentle and clear mother image."

Jiang Sui's pets also came, "Then don't watch, let's close the door."

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