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Eight hundred and twenty-seven chapters Saxi Li Han Qingqing?(2/2)

Han Tianzheng went up and said, "Is there anyone talking to the old man like this?"

"Old man! I'm twenty-five! How could this be there!"

"No matter how old it is, no matter how old it is, my daughter is! If you have the ability to find a boyfriend, come back!"

Han Qingqing looked at the unreasonable appearance of this father and could only stare at him without saying anything. Han Tianzheng asked her to hurry up and prepare, remembering to put on makeup or something. Han Qingqing didn't speak. After walking to the door, she turned around: "You're a terrible old man, labor and capital will not go!"

After saying that, Han Qingqing ran away quickly, leaving Han Tian to be there.

Han Qingqing just talked to her father casually. Han Qingqing still knew what kind of work was doing, not to mention that the other party was his own old classmate, so he had to wear makeup, but there was no need to wear high heels.

When Jiang Ting and Zhou Yuwen arrived, they opened the door and saw Han Qingqing sitting there. They were stunned. Hey? This girl looks so familiar, she is really familiar, but why can’t she remember it?

Han Qingqing has been facing the sky for four years in college. She was beaten up by her father after she went to work and had no choice but to put on makeup. Now she wears a beige suit and looks like a little beauty.

Jiang Ting looked at it for a long time but didn't dare to admit it: "What are you?"

"Han Qingqing, the dead home girl?" Zhou Yuwen blurted out directly.

Han Qingqing was so angry that her eyes were ignorant: "I'm not a dead home girl! Damn!"

"Isn't this a dead house to speak out?" Zhou Yuwen said directly.

"Zhou Gou!" Han Qingqing couldn't help but complain. Although Zhou Yuwen was the author she liked, Han Qingqing didn't like Zhou Yuwen at all. She teased herself on the first side and complained in front of herself that the author was a vulgar man, but found that the author was himself.

Then he didn't tease himself, but he always said that he was rich in the second dimension. Who could bear this? Are you even more terrible than a slag city?

"You are biting people so randomly!" Zhou Yuwen liked to tease this girl when she was in college. Now she didn't expect that she would definitely tease her if she met her here.

On the contrary, Jiang Ting looked confused: "Qing, Qingqing?"
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