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"I just saw that yanwanwan was brought back by a car, as if Rolls Royce. " One of the models by the window suddenly said.

Her several people looked at each other, showing disdain in succession.

Look, it's really the middle of the night to find the gold master, three hours, enough time for a few rounds!

Zhang Wenji looked at the direction of Yan Wan's room, and her eyes flashed over the dark light of calculation.

……

Put your hands under the tap in the evening.

The palm of her hand was worn red, and there was even some skin breaking at the mouth of the tiger.

While washing, she scolded: "Fu Sihan bastard! Fu Sihan's son of a bitch

She said she asked for three hours' leave, and the bastard took three hours to let her out of the car.

Night sigh, more clearly feel Fu Sihan's attitude to his change, do not know whether this is good or bad.

This man is too dangerous and elusive.

Late at night.

Fu Sihan sleeps alone on the oversized bed, tossing and turning.

I can't sleep with nothing in my arms.

Holding a pillow, it is better to say late fragrance than late soft.

He shouldn't have let her go back!

No, he shouldn't have allowed her to take part in the Nash game, which would reduce his quality of life!

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compared with the previous day's show, the next day's training is very easy.

The organizing committee invited an international model to give guidance in the morning and a well-known show director in the afternoon. However, the content of the lecture was perfunctory, and the professors in the International University spoke well.

A round of competition? Hummer fairies from the previous autumn auto show?! ]

[who can tell me how yanwanwan dressed up his sheep clothes? Little sister, are you single? Do you accept girls? How do you feel about me? ]

[one minute, I need all the information about this little sister! ]

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It's very difficult to show the costume in the evening. If it's not good, it's destroying everything. If it's good, it's going to the sky one step at a time.