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Chapter 11 Good melons need to be killed more times(2/2)

I also stripped away my peers like myself and my warm memories of my hometown.

Soon, we arrived at the old urban compound built by the city.

The seven or eight buildings in this courtyard are still strong and strong after twenty years. Everyone is looking forward to demolition every day, but none of the foolish developers are deceived.

Go downstairs of your house.

Parking, locking.

‘Dongdongdongdong’ goes up to the third floor,

The light at the door is on. - I and Zeng's family change the lights on this stairway every six months and connect them to my own sword.

Both families have hidden their doors.

Zhao Changan glanced at the door opposite, but unexpectedly met Qiu Jinhui's eyes inside the crack of the door.

He glanced at Zhao Changan with an expressionless face, turned around and twisted his butt and left the crack in the door.

"hehe,"

Zhao Changan smiled silently.

There is really a "fraternal" mother, and a "fraternal" daughter.

Zhao Changan opened the door,

"Click!"

Lock with backhand.

"My mom and dad, I'm back!"

"Well, why are you riding so fast? You're not blowing up a bunker?"

In the bright room, my father was reading the newspaper attentively.

Put down the newspaper and say something to him.

My mother walked out of the kitchen with a fragrant pepper egg and a smile on her face.

"Your dad and I both saw you enter the yard on the balcony."
Chapter completed!
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