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Chapter 117 Fireworks (1)

Why didn't anyone tell her that children nowadays are so scary.Old woman, it's so fucking heart-wrenching.Age is the Achilles heel of a woman, and it should never be mentioned.

Yun Duo glanced, then laughed again suddenly, and pushed Mu Qi with both hands with lightning speed, Mu Qi's body was caught off guard, and he rushed forward, hanging on the little girl's body.

Yun Duo clapped her hands and grinned, "In order not to be spurned by the Handsome Guys Association, I had no choice but to part with it. Mu Qi, you're right." After she finished speaking, she pointed her chin at him specially.

Now it was Mu Qi's turn to turn pale, blue, and purple with anger.Yun Duo is in a good mood, ah, so comfortable.

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On the way back, Mu Qi was unexpectedly quiet, and he didn't make any excuses to hug Yun Duo. Yun Duo was a little surprised, but he didn't relax because of it.

Who is Mu Qi? He is definitely a person who must take revenge. The calmness now means that there will be a bigger storm coming in the future. Let's be a man by tightening our belts.

Fortunately, Mu Qi has been very quiet these days.Except for avoiding Yunduo's mother's harassment every day, she greets people with a smile at other times, and sometimes she laughs until Yunduo feels strange all over.

Yun Duo felt that this girl's head twitched.

The New Year's Eve is coming soon, Yun Duo's mother did not know where to get back a lot of fireworks and firecrackers, smiling and authentic, the [-]th night will be blown up to welcome the spring.

Yun Duo's mother is a very traditional person. She insisted that she must wear new clothes for the New Year. She bought two batches of cloth and cut them out by herself.

Yun Duo can already imagine the style of the new clothes, she definitely can't escape the type who knows, she is cute recently! ! !

However, Yunduo still overestimated her old mother. During the Chinese New Year, the serial dramas were broadcast, and even the oldest Huanzhugege was played one after another, with "You are the wind and I am the sand—" around her ears, Yunduo's mother had a flash of inspiration , with a wave of his hand, a freshly baked cheongsam was born.

11:30 p.m. on New Year's Eve.

Yun Duo was wearing a cheongsam, and Mu Qi was wearing a yellow mandarin jacket, enduring the ravages of the cold wind, clapping their hands together and waiting for time.Under their feet, there are all kinds of fireworks and firecrackers, large and small.

(End of this chapter)