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Song Xiaochen was still trembling slightly.

Chen Mingzhe hugged Song Xiaochen, and lit a cigarette for himself. As she puffed out the smoke, a thin layer of smoke puffed out from her flushed face.

Song Xiaochen's mouth was stolen, but he still went forward and kissed the man's face.

Chen Mingzhe only looked at her coldly. He really did not like women who were too active, when he saw his car