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Categories: words and feelings
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Songmu lost her luggage, and the police officer who received her was her ex-boyfriend who was dumped. The other party's eyes are indifferent, as if they do not recognize her. Yang Jiabei said: name. Song Mal said: Song Mal. Yang Jia Bei looked up, pinched the pen, staring at Song Mal: How do I remember you called Song Jasmine? —— Song Jasmine. It has been a long time since anyone called her this way. Song Mal was slightly stunned. She looked at Yang Jiabei wearing a strict police uniform, looked at him...