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"Do you like China or France?"

A pair of young eyes gazed at this beautiful black hair, the mouth smile has two pear vortex warm lady.

"Wherever mom likes, I like her."

The warm lady stroked the blond boy's head. The boy rubbed his head against her hand, then ran away from her hand and jumped around.

The little boy ran away, his body turning black. A black car crashed into him