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ne soup. Wiping his mouth, he began to list tomorrow's dishes. 。If Fang Liu Cheng ate it, he wanted to as well. 。“You really think I'm your full-time nanny” Ye Fei Mo hugged her, holding her contented...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.", "I have an impulse, do you think it looks good"Warmth, “…”That night, Fei Mo's enthusiasm was particularly intense. From dinner to going home, it was as if the suppressed passion had been ignited in...