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• After dinner, everyone returned to the conference room again, and Song porridge sat obediently between Ma Jiaqi and He Junlin, listening to Jackson Yee's speech.
• But who can tell her why the captain glanced at her while talking?!
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  yiyangqianxi

  Let's talk about the arrangements behind. The late arrival at noon was because the convoy of Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen was attacked, one car was scrapped, and someone was injured.
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  yiyangqianxi

  Therefore, the above asked our A team to send out two vehicles to carry out rescue.
• Jackson Yee's eyes swept across the few people present and fell on Ma Jiaqi, who was pulling the little hand of Song porridge.
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  yiyangqianxi

  Ma Jiaqi, Zhang Zhenyuan, He Junlin, you three will come with me after a while.
• He Junlin frowned. From the map, it would take at least two to three days to go back and forth from here to where their motorcade stalled.
• He had just reunited with his baby in the morning, and it was only half a day before he was leaving again.
• At present, I can't figure out what Ding Chengxin and Yan Haoxiang mean about Song porridge, but Ma Jiaqi and Jackson Yee really can't hide, and the eyes that spy on his baby are hungry.
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  majiaqi

  Can I go with the porridge?
• Ma Jiaqi let go of Song porridge's hand under He Junlin's cool gaze.
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  yiyangqianxi

  No need to go for porridge.
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  yiyangqianxi

  Yan Haoxiang and Ding Chengxin, you two take care of your children when you write public relations.
• Song Congee looked up doubtfully. Was she a "child"?
• Jackson Yee thought that Ding Chengxin, who nodded very cheerfully now, would be able to complete the task perfectly, but at this time, Ding Chengxin had already begun to plan how to make out with the porridge.
• A few people left after a while. Ma Jiaqi frantically ravaged the cheeks of Song porridge for a while. He Junlin was about to slap his hand away, but he held back when he saw that the girl didn't resist.
• The public relations written by Ding Chengxin and Yan Haoxiang are about mutant people, and tomorrow this public relations will be read out in front of the people of the whole city.
• Song Congee sat on the chair and looked at Yan Haoxiang and Ding Chengxin, who were sitting face to face. Both of them stared at the screen in front of him, and their fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.
• She swayed her legs and looked at the characters that Ding Chengxin had typed with interest.
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  dingchengxin

  Porridge, can you get me a glass of water?
• Song Congee nodded. She was sitting dry. It was better for her to go out for a spin.
• Song porridge went to the water dispenser room to pour two glasses of water, and then returned to the conference room. Yan Haoxiang had finished writing his public relations and was sitting on the sofa reading his stock book.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Here, it smells good.
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  yanhaoxiang

  For me?
• Yan Haoxiang raised his head, obviously not expecting the little girl to pour him a cup too.
• Seeing that he didn't pick it up, Song Congee walked a few steps forward and stuffed the paper cup directly into his hand. The soft little hand touched his palm, causing him to numb for a while.
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  songzhouzhou

  Mmm!
• Song porridge ran to Ding Chengxin and sat down. He frowned. There was no information flavor in the air that he wanted to smell.
• He turned his head to look at the back of Song porridge's neck. It was white and clean, but it was pasted with a sticker similar to a plaster of radium.
• In order to confirm, he freed a hand to lift Song Gouge's hair and stroked her slender neck.
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• Suppression stickers?
• His eyes suddenly became sharp, like a soaring eagle seeing the prey on the ground, and seeing Song Porridge's heart get hairy.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Brother Ding...
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  dingchengxin

  Did you put up a suppression sticker? He Junlin gave it to you?
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Yeah... what's wrong?
• Ding Chengxin smiled slightly, as sly as a fox. He got close to Song porridge's ear, blew a breath gently, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
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  dingchengxin

  This sticker is something that only omega can use.
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  dingchengxin

  Is the porridge guilty?
• Song porridge's answer was almost a conditioned reflex.
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  songzhouzhou

  No, it's because Lin Lin said my pheromones are too tired.
• Seeing Song Congee's stubborn expression, he smiled and reached out to change the suspended window of the computer to another one, with a version of Word on it.
• "How to explain that alpha's pheromone is sweet?"
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  dingchengxin

  When my brother investigates clearly, there is no reason for the porridge to argue.
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  dingchengxin

  Also, the pheromones of porridge are not greasy at all, and it's too late for my brother to like it.
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