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    The ese Star City, "City Garden" area of a set of 80 square meters, the fiiowo bedroom。

    The squirrel put the satellite phoo a suit of underulled out another  his coat pocket。

    "Xiao Yang, I"m going to go oomorrow。 These days, you are ihe pany"s daily life……"

    Squirrel hung up the phohe phoable, opeop。

    Oer drae social relations, some people in the figure with the he cire 。 The name of Qi is lo the middle of the。

    The squirrels are the he expeditioher a line of words: former pe, fifteen years ago, Li xin。

    Lips slightly sip, thoughtfully for a moment, the squirrel picked up the mobile phoable。

    "Star Airliom to make s do…… Yes, a tik you。"

    Open wide back boss chair stood up to, from the study went to the bedroom, from the bottom of the wardrobe removed a navy, trim the polis。

    The squirrel looked in the mirror and was iie。

    The man in the mirr, flat, narrow eyes。

    Sed days afternoon, a poli appeared in the and squirrel。

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    Look at the re polided over the police ID a squirrel eyes, said: "ohe last office。"

    "Okay, thank you。"

    Because of the age, more than and 1o, the file is not all the public seetwork, a lot or use a text record。

    After a few hours, squirrels i laden years file check to a reward Bulletie Qi Yuanzheng in a joint a, wounded aed a suspe the collective sed class merit ond perso。

    ……

    Li Wanlong is a luxury villa iomach restlessly paced。

    As Li Xinshi a have a long history ht phearl  of the hour, social success, star of ehe well-knoist, en years has rarely appeared on his body loss, aion。

    The left hand unsciously strht arm, fifteehe old wound, still ag。

    He hurried to the airport in the m, ready to fly to Si because the visa was refused from the airport s, dist road bae。

    Hell, the last mourist visa expired? Hoossible?

    io go abroing to naught。

    He felt as if he were her own is enshough the eyes is not the sorrow of life, but he ot escape days, do not knoill have a taste of the spider"s fangs。

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