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• After Song Congee returned to her dormitory to clean up, she wore pajamas and a big scarf, and took her bunny slippers to meet Song Yaxuan's bedroom.
• Song Yaxuan opened the door for her, and then helped her put away the shoes she took off. He also changed into low-necked long-sleeved pajamas, and then took care of the collar of Song porridge. Naturally, he noticed the pair of special features slippers.
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  songyaxuan

  Why are the slippers of porridge porridge so similar to porridge porridge? So cute.
• After he closed the door, he began to habitually ravage the little face of Song porridge. In the end, he seemed to feel that such actions were a bit frequent, so he simply went over and took a sip.
• Song Congee touched the place where she was kissed in a daze, but she didn't think there was anything wrong. Ma Jiaqi also kissed her face, and now there was another Song Yaxuan, and she didn't think it would be a big problem.
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  songzhouzhou

  Xuan Xuan's face seems to feel great too!
• When Song Yaxuan heard this, he simply put his face close to him, feeling the soft little hands of Song porridge porridge haunting his face.
• She can really upset people, but it's different from person to person. Some people will instantly feel protective when they see her, and some people have just met for a long time, but they are only thinking about how to bully her.
• Who exactly, needless to say.
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  songzhouzhou

  Well! It's really great!
• Song Yaxuan narrowed his eyes.
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  songyaxuan

  If you like porridge, you can pinch it at will. Anyway, we have come and gone now, and it is very good.
• The implication is that the little girl pinched his face, and it is only natural that he will rua his face for a while in the future.
• Song Yaxuan was extremely satisfied, this little guy,
• How could he be so easy to deceive? This was a bit too naive. Unfortunately, in the end, he turned out to be an Alpha, or... he had a secret like himself.
• Song porridge looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
• Song Yaxuan's dormitory couldn't be described as neat, but at least his bed was clean, and there were no sundries piled up everywhere like Liu Yaowen's. The four-piece sets on his bed were of different colors, obviously not the same set.
• Song porridge was like Zhang Zhenyuan yesterday. After greeting Song Yaxuan, he got into the quilt. Song Yaxuan naturally had no objection, so he simply lay down.
• The bed was facing a white wall with a screen, and there were many pictures of people interlaced beside it. In those photos, Song Porridge found real-world friends at a glance.
• It was someone she knew and was a stranger to.
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  songzhouzhou

  Brother Xuan.
• Song Yaxuan turned to his side, smiling brightly, revealing more than a dozen of his incomparably bright white teeth.
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  songyaxuan

  Um? What's the matter, porridge?
• Hearing the thunder outside the window, his arms trembled a little, but he still maintained a natural and gentle smile on his face, for fear of making her look down on him.
• Song Congee pointed in the direction where the photo frame was placed, and then carefully looked at Song Yaxuan's expression. For Song Yaxuan, she is still very cautious and restrained. After all, the two have not known each other for a long time, and she still doesn't know if this sunny-looking boy has any minefields.
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  songzhouzhou

  The third photo on the right is my mother! Why does Brother Xuan have a picture of my mother?
• Song porridge mother photo?
• The smile on Song Yaxuan's face disappeared, and he looked in the direction that Song Porridge pointed to, and what he saw was indeed the woman who Song Yaxuan could not forget from beginning to end.
• His voice suddenly became cold, but Song Gouge didn't notice it, she was full of her mother's photo.
• There are very few photos left by her mother, and the most familiar one is the wedding photo of her and her father hanging on the wall of the house.
• This sudden appearance of the mother's photo made the outline of Song porridge's mother in her heart gradually clear.
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  songyaxuan

  Is this the mother of porridge? Teacher Jiang?
• Song Yaxuan asked, then stared at the young and beautiful woman in silence. The corners of the photo had turned yellow and curled, obviously it had been some time.
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  songzhouzhou

  Right! My mother's surname is Jiang!
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  songzhouzhou

  But my mother died when I was seven years old, how did Brother Xuan have pictures?
• Song porridge looked at Song Yaxuan, and suddenly found that he was not very interested in speaking, and his eyes were also stained with haze.
• He avoided responding positively to Song porridge's question and simply explained.
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  songyaxuan

  Don't think about it.
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  songyaxuan

  My father used to work with your mother, that's why there is.
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