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Although it is noon, it is always gloomy outside. At this time, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind is coming, with conflict. The door sounded in the wind, and a gust of evil wind got into the living room. Yang Yi and Hu Xueyan made a cold war. Hu Xueyan looked at Yang Yi, and Yang Yi chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you go on talking."
Hu Xueyan continued to narrate, while secretly observing Yang Yi's expression. Since Hu Xueyan began to speak, Yang Yi's expression hasn't changed much, and he has been listening, without any expression. Hu Xueyan is an expressive person. There are rules in speaking and a good tone. It seems to be practiced in the process of collecting accounts. Whenever Hu Xueyan talks about some bad details, Yang Yi's brow will wrinkle slightly, which is invisible if you don't pay attention to observation. Yang Yi Hu Xueyan say that finish, such as sighed slightly, and then adjusted the sitting position, face some tired. I'm sorry, I said to Hu Xueyan, "Look, the thing is, the war in Beijing is tight now, so I can't leave. If someone else handles this matter, it will probably be difficult to satisfy you. How's this? When the war in Beijing is over, I will ask myself. "
Yang yi's words in Hu Xueyan heart that is a kind of shuffle, who does not know the relationship between Yang yi and Shenyang, Hu Xueyan heart. ...
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