President's order: Honey, you still owe me a baby.

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President's order: Honey, you still owe me a baby.

President's order: Honey, you still owe me a baby.

Author: Paradise has its wounds.

Categories: words and feelings

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She is a poor man in a rich man's house, he warmed her frozen heart. Originally thought he would be the salvation of her life, but did not expect him to say to her: do my mistress how, she turned around angrily, but did not expect to be designed by his sister as a body double again sent to his bed. Three years later to meet again, she pretended to be calm from his side of a flash. He held her arm, raised the hand of the marriage certificate, evil in her ear: wife, my baby?

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