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The second chapter is always reluctant.
Recently, major news headlines reported that Nangong Yanzi, the eldest daughter of Nangong family, fled on the day she was detained. The police have closely observed and pursued at all checkpoints to prevent them from appearing in the camera.
The police often go to Nangong's home. In desperation, Mu Zechen, a Dai Yue of Nangong, moved out of the Nangong house and moved into the Moon Beauty Club in 17 Lane.
The fifteenth floor of the clubhouse is isolated from external noise and quite comfortable.
But the calm before the storm, even the air is very dull.
Late at night, Nangong Moon leans against the French window and sits on the floor.
People come and go in the street, and the night is always more prosperous and dazzling than the day.
I remember Yan Zi once liked these poems:
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
She also hung her watch rack on the bed. When she was young, she wrote very well. She wrote very well.
I asked: Why did you write all the poems? Don't you just like those two sentences?
She replied like this: I naturally want to keep what I like, and I have to work hard to write what I don't like. It is of great use to keep it. The so-called things are extremely useful, and those who don't use them are stupid.
The way she played Old Master Q made them laugh. She has her own ideas since childhood.
From being strangers, to glaring at each other at the end, tit for tat.
Nangong Yue frowned when he remembered what Yan Zi said on the wedding day.
Does she know something that I don't? ...