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• Yan Haoxiang took Song porridge's hand, the girl's mood stabilized, and she walked behind him.
• However, the person in front didn't know what to say, just sent her to her room, and then turned around and went back to her room.
• Two As, what else can you do?
• However, just as Song Porridge was about to close his door, Yan Haoxiang suddenly changed his mind. He quickly went back to his room and ran around. When he came out, he took a book in his hand:
• "101 Tips for Becoming a Stock God"
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  yanhaoxiang

  Hmm... maybe you need someone to stay with you?
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  songzhouzhou

  That would be fine.
• Song Congee let him into the room. Anyway, her mind was full of those terrifying pictures now, so she must not be able to sleep, so it is better to find someone to play with.
• This was Yan Haoxiang's first time stepping into a girl's room. The pattern was unified, so there was no big difference. The only special thing was the milky aroma of Song porridge in the air.
• It smells really good... I don't know what it tastes like when mixed with his cigar smell...!
• 

  yanhaoxiang

  Yan Haoxiang, wake up.
• He shook his head, trying to get these crazy ideas out of his head, laughing to death, not clean at all.
• So he had to find another way, sat on the sofa next to the Song porridge, opened the book in his hand, and tried to make up for the emptiness in his heart with knowledge.
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  yanhaoxiang

  Congee, can I read you a story?
• Song Congee was not a child. She looked at Yan Haoxiang's book with suspicion on her face.
• She hated economics the most, and was lucky enough to go to a few classes, and she would fall asleep as soon as the professor opened her mouth.
• This alpha calls this thing a storybook?
• However, in Yan Haoxiang's eyes, this thing was like the Bible of the Christian faith, and he would never get tired of reading it. The key was that as soon as he started reading it, he immediately forgot that there was a little rabbit next to him.
• 

  yanhaoxiang

  Chapter one, account opening...
• Yan Haoxiang maintained an even and emotionless reading. Song porridge pretended to be very interested at first, but before five minutes, his head began to shake.
• However, it was not until Song porridge could not support it and leaned on Yan Haoxiang that he just found that Song porridge was sleepy.
• Song porridge shrank in his arms, resting his head on his chest, and actually fell asleep like this.
• Yan Haoxiang couldn't hold back for a while, and the cigar-flavored pheromone suddenly started to make her little face flushed red, the sweet smell of the white rabbit candy suddenly burst out, and her body twisted restlessly.
• 

  yanhaoxiang

  Hiss...
• Even so, he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the little girl in his arms.
• The girl's pheromone was like a rose that was tempting to commit a crime. It was difficult to escape from the trap again. He actually reacted to an alpha pheromone?!
• It took Yan Haoxiang a long time to calm down again, but when he was about to leave, he began to be reluctant to bear the warm-scented nephrite in his arms.
• Song porridge seemed to have magic power. Since she stood on the side of the road that day, he was willing to stop the car for her just by looking at it.
• 

  yanhaoxiang

  Yan Haoxiang, Yan Haoxiang, is it because you have never solved the susceptibility period with omega...
• 

  yanhaoxiang

  Now this is directly sick!
• He looked down at the child in his arms.
• She was really beautiful. Although she was not shocking, she was so beautiful that she was not ostentatious at all. Her pink cherry lips were slightly parted, and you could see the white teeth inside.
• He seemed to be really ill, so he reached out to the waist of Song porridge, and he suddenly fell in love with the waist that Yingying grasped, and even... wanted more.
• In these few short days, there was not a night when he did not dream that Song porridge had turned into an omega.
• If this was the case, with the opportunity now, he would definitely take the time to pamper her well.
• It's a pity that it was a dream, he withdrew his hand, Yan Haoxiang had to like all of a person if he liked it, and now they are two A's, talk about what he likes.
• "Between the two A's, what do you like? What do you talk about responsibility? What do you talk about love?"
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