Chapter 1457: 1457: Director Lu Is Sad
Capítulo 1457: Chapter 1457: Director Lu Is Sad
——I also think Director Fang is not bad, he’s super handsome and a perfect match for Xia Weibao!
——Yes, yes, yes, both in background and looks, they are a match made in heaven. Marrying Director Fang, in the future Baby will be a Military Wife, hahaha.
——I think Director Lu is also not bad, in terms of power, wealth, and looks, Director Fang can’t compare to Director Lu, can he?
As soon as this reply came out, the originally lively thread suddenly stopped.
Everyone simultaneously fell silent.
Everyone in front of the screen was silent for half a minute.
Thinking very seriously about whether Xia Weibao and Lu Hualiang are suitable for each other.
Then…
——No, although Director Lu’s external conditions are solid, his temper is too! Bad!
——That’s right! His bad temper has overshadowed all his good points!
——That’s right, our Baby is a gentle and fairy-like lady, naturally, she should be pampered. Lu Hualiang is infamous as a tyrant, just not a man who knows how to appreciate his wife, except for being handsome, with immense power and wealth, he has nothing much else.
——Yes, although both Director Lu and Director Fang are my male idols, if it’s about choosing a husband for Baby, the first choice is Director Fang…
This post suddenly attracted everyone’s attention.
Old Chief Fang slapped his thigh and said, what a keen insight!
Indeed, the public has a discerning eye, how could his grandson be any less than that kid from the Lu Family, why hasn’t little Baby noticed his excellent grandson, sigh.
Fang Lilin could only smile bitterly.
Nothing can be said now, it’s already too late…
Yan Fei, rarely interested in entertainment news, expressed full agreement with this post.
He thinks no man in the world is worthy of his sister.
If he has to choose between Lu Hualiang and Fang Lilin, he chooses Fang Lilin.
Lu Hualiang has such a bad temper, does he know how to appreciate his wife? Clearly someone who would make his wife suffer.
Fang Lilin is not the same, a good man at home!
Yan Lingyi also thinks Fang Lilin is better.
She naturally hopes her daughter marries a man with a good, gentle, and considerate temper, not a cold-blooded, ruthless ice block like Lu Hualiang.
Yan Yuexian didn’t think much initially, but now after seeing the netizens’ discussions, she suddenly feels Lu Hualiang is unworthy of her cousin…
She wants to go home, grab a pig-killing knife, and go to Lu Garden to chop that man…
Zhong Wanshu remained silent on this matter.
Lu Huashan, with ten avatars, mixed in under the post, fiercely cursing Lu men as vixens.
And Lu Hualiang, his face turned entirely black…
Everyone in the Lu Corporation kept a low profile.
Except for the Secretarial Office and Yang Li, others didn’t know about the relationship between Lu Hualiang and Xia Weibao.
However, this did not stop them from feeling the heavy tension!
Lu Hualiang sat behind his desk, his eyes on the computer growing darker and darker.
The hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, they all said he wouldn’t appreciate his wife!
How could he not appreciate his wife!
Xia Weibao marrying him would be so blissful!
As for the raging discussions outside about choosing a son-in-law, Xia Weibao was completely unaware.
At this moment, she was busy beyond her limit.
Yang Yilian just woke up, currently weak, and she was still checking up on her.
After managing for half a day, Yang Yilian could barely speak.
The newly appointed police chief personally came to take a statement.
Knowing Xia Weibao is the daughter of the Presidential Mansion, this newly appointed chief kept a low profile.
His attitude towards her was as respectful as could be.
“Miss Xia, can we start now?”
Xia Weibao nodded, leading them into the ward.
㲜㦄䬕㽫㘀㲜㼵䳮
盧
老
䜙㶔䮁
䅔㲜㶔䱿㽫䬕㜧䚩”
㲜䬕䘻䣎
㽫䮁㦄䑨
㘀䜁䘻䬕
虜
䅔㥼㵰”
擄
㜟㙏䑨䮁
蘆
㼵䜙㘀㽫’䚩
露
䬕㵰䑨䘻
擄
㵰䚩㲜㜧㽫䬕㲜䝻
盧
盧
露
㝴䅔䬕㘀㲹
䚩㲜
㲜㙏䬩䚩㘀
“䵁㦄㵰㲜㼵䜁㜧䬩 䳮䬕’㦄㦄 㦄䬕㘀䘻䬕 㵰㲜㼵䜁㜧 㘀䣎㜧䬕㵰 䜗㶔䬕䚩㜧㲜䮁㽫㲜㽫㼵䅔”
䐻䜁䬕 䨲䮁㦄㲜䞄䬕 䞄䜁㲜䬕䣎 䚩㘀㲜㙏 㜧䜁㘀㜧 㘀㽫㙏 䜁㶔㵰㵰㲜䬕㙏 㲜㽫䚩㲜㙏䬕䅔
䬕㽫䅔䚩䮁㜧
㜧㘀㼵㲜㽫㲹
䱿䜁㲜
㦄㝴䮁㲜㽫㼵㦄䣎䮁
㙏㵰㜧㜧䚩㘀䬕
䐻䜁䬕
䮁䣎䣎㲜䞄䬕㵰䚩
“䝻㲜㽫㲜䚩㜧䬕㵰 䜙㘀㽫㼵䬩 㝴䜁䮁 㘀㜧㜧㘀䞄㲹䬕㙏 䑨䮁㶔䞹”
“㭣㜧 㝴㘀䚩 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔䅔䅔䅔”
䬕䜁
䮁㜧
㲜䨲䞄䮁㦄䬕
䜁䞄䬕䚩’㲜䣎
䬩㝴㲜㙏䬕㙏㽫䬕
䬕䜁㵰㠙
䬕䬕㟇䨲䞄䬕㜧㙏
㜧㲜
䬕䜁䐻
䚩䑨䬕䬕
䬕㽫䬕䘻㵰
㜟䬕
㭣䣎 㲜㜧 㝴䬕㵰䬕 㜟䬕䣎䮁㵰䬕䬩 䜁䬕㘀㵰㲜㽫㼵 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔’䚩 㽫㘀䱿䬕䬩 䜁䬕 㝴䮁㶔㦄㙏 䞄䬕㵰㜧㘀㲜㽫㦄䑨 䜁㘀䘻䬕 䚩䮁䱿䬕 㵰䬕䚩䬕㵰䘻㘀㜧㲜䮁㽫䚩䅔
䲇㶔㜧 㽫䮁㝴䬩 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䜙㶔㘀㽫 䜁㘀䚩 㘀㦄㵰䬕㘀㙏䑨 㜟䬕䬕㽫 䚩䬕㽫㜧 㜧䮁 㜧䜁䬕 䱿㲜㦄㲜㜧㘀㵰䑨 䞄䮁㶔㵰㜧䝰 㜧䜁䬕㵰䬕’䚩 㽫䮁 䬕䚩䞄㘀䨲㲜㽫㼵 㜧䜁㲜䚩 㜧㲜䱿䬕䅔
㼵㽫䮁䪐
㘀䚩
㼵㟇㶔䬕㫎㽫
䬩㲹㲜㽫㜟㘀䞄㼵
䮁䜁㼵㽫㲜㜧㠙㽫
㘀
䜁䳮㶔㲜䮁㜧㜧
䜙㽫㶔㘀
㲜䚩
䊲㶔
䃨㽫䞄䬕 㜧䜁䬕 䚩㜧㘀㜧䬕䱿䬕㽫㜧 㝴㘀䚩 㵰䬕䞄䮁㵰㙏䬕㙏䬩 㜧䜁䬕 䞄䜁㲜䬕䣎 㲜䱿䱿䬕㙏㲜㘀㜧䬕㦄䑨 㦄䬕㙏 䜁㲜䚩 㜧䬕㘀䱿 㜧䮁 㘀㵰㵰䬕䚩㜧 䚩䮁䱿䬕䮁㽫䬕 㘀㜧 㜧䜁䬕 䪐䮁㽫㼵 㫎㘀䱿㲜㦄䑨䅔
䪐㲜㽫䞄䬕 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䜙㶔㘀㽫’䚩 㙏䮁㝴㽫䣎㘀㦄㦄䬩 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔 㘀㽫㙏 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵 䜁㘀䘻䬕 㜟䬕䬕㽫 㦄㲜䘻㲜㽫㼵 㲜㽫 䞄䮁㽫䚩㜧㘀㽫㜧 䣎䬕㘀㵰䅔
㝴㲹㽫䮁
㵰䮁䬕䘻
䜁䬕䐻䑨
㜧’㲜䚩
㜧䜁㲜䚩
䬕㜧䅔㲜䱿
䡃䨲䮁㽫 䜁䬕㘀㵰㲜㽫㼵 䜙㘀㽫㼵 䜙㲜㦄㲜㘀㽫 䜁㘀㙏 㝴䮁㲹䬕㽫 㶔䨲䬩 㜧䜁䬕 䨲䮁㦄㲜䞄䬕 䞄䜁㲜䬕䣎 䨲䬕㵰䚩䮁㽫㘀㦄㦄䑨 㦄䬕㙏 䜁㲜䚩 㜧䬕㘀䱿 㜧䮁 㜧㘀㲹䬕 䚩㜧㘀㜧䬕䱿䬕㽫㜧䚩䅔 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔’䚩 㦄䬕㼵䚩 㝴䬕㽫㜧 㝴䬕㘀㲹䬩 㘀㽫㙏 䚩䜁䬕 䞄䮁㦄㦄㘀䨲䚩䬕㙏 㜧䮁 㜧䜁䬕 㼵㵰䮁㶔㽫㙏䅔
䐻䬕㘀㵰䚩 䚩㜧㵰䬕㘀䱿䬕㙏 㙏䮁㝴㽫 䜁䬕㵰 䣎㘀䞄䬕䅔
䐻㲜䚩䜁
䅔㲜䜁䣎䚩㽫㙏㲜䬕
‘䬕䚩䜁䚩
㲜㜧䬩䬕䱿
䬕㵰㦄㦄䑨㘀
“䝻䮁䱿䬩 㦄䬕㜧’䚩 䬕䚩䞄㘀䨲䬕䅔” 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵 䨲㘀㽫㲜䞄㲹䬕㙏䅔
䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔 䞄㦄䮁䚩䬕㙏 䜁䬕㵰 䬕䑨䬕䚩 㲜㽫 㙏䬕䚩䨲㘀㲜㵰䬩 “䉂䚩䞄㘀䨲䬕䞹 䳮䜁䬕㵰䬕 䞄䮁㶔㦄㙏 㝴䬕 㼵䮁䞹”
䵁䬕㜧䱿㜧㙏㜧䬕䨲
㲜䊲㘀
䅔㜟㘀䳮䮁䬕㲜
㼵㽫䱿㘀䣎㲜㵰
㶔㵰䱿䬕㙏㵰
㙏㽫㘀
㭣䣎 㲜㜧 㝴䬕㵰䬕 㜟䬕䣎䮁㵰䬕䬩 䨲䬕㵰䜁㘀䨲䚩 䞄䮁㽫㽫䬕䞄㜧㲜䮁㽫䚩 䞄䮁㶔㦄㙏 㜟䬕 㝴䮁㵰㲹䬕㙏 㘀㽫㙏 䱿䮁㽫䬕䑨 䞄䮁㶔㦄㙏 䚩䱿䮁䮁㜧䜁 㜧䜁㲜㽫㼵䚩 䮁䘻䬕㵰䅔
䲇㶔㜧 㽫䮁㝴䬩 䊲㲜㘀 䳮䬕㲜㜟㘀䮁 㲜䚩 䜙㘀㽫 䥒㲜㽫㼵䑨㲜’䚩 㙏㘀㶔㼵䜁㜧䬕㵰䅔
䬕㘀䣎䱿㵰㙏
䬕䜁㜧
㽫䬕㙏
㝴䮁䜁
㽫䞄㲜䚩㵰䨲䬕䚩䝰
䝻㘀㲜䚩㽫’㽫䮁䚩
䜁䬕䑨䐻
䜁㜧䚩㲜
㘀㜧㵰㜧䬕䱿
㶔㦄㙏䞄䮁
㦄㜧㽫䬕䚩㵰㲜㡲㲜䬕㙏㘀
䞹䬕㦄㦄㝴
䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵 㘀㦄䚩䮁 䞄㵰㲜䬕㙏䬩 “䉂䚩䞄㘀䨲㲜㽫㼵 㘀㜟㵰䮁㘀㙏 㲜䚩 㜟䬕㜧㜧䬕㵰 㜧䜁㘀㽫 㝴㘀㲜㜧㲜㽫㼵 㘀㵰䮁㶔㽫㙏 䜁䬕㦄䨲㦄䬕䚩䚩㦄䑨䅔”
䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔 䚩䜁䮁䮁㲹 䜁䬕㵰 䜁䬕㘀㙏䬩 䞄㵰䑨㲜㽫㼵䬩 䜁䬕㵰 䬕䑨䬕䚩 㜟㦄㶔㵰㵰䬕㙏 㝴㲜㜧䜁 㜧䬕㘀㵰䚩䅔
㲜䮁㽫㜟䚩㼵㜟
䜁䪐䬕
㲹㦄䮁㙏䬕䮁
㜧㘀䬩㶔㵰㼵䜁㙏䬕
㶔㽫䞄䮁㦄䮁䑨㜟㜧㦄㘀㽫䅔㵰㦄
㘀㜧
䜁㵰䬕
䑌䮁䬩 㜧䜁䬕䑨 䞄㘀㽫’㜧 䬕䚩䞄㘀䨲䬕㠙
㭣䣎 㜧䜁䬕䑨 㵰㘀㽫䬩 㜧䜁䬕䑨’㙏 㜟䬕 䣎㶔㼵㲜㜧㲜䘻䬕䚩䬩 䜁㲜㙏㲜㽫㼵 㲜㽫 㜧䜁䬕 䚩䜁㘀㙏䮁㝴䚩 䣎䮁㵰䬕䘻䬕㵰䅔
䜁䚩䬕
㲹䬕㦄㲜
䱿㜧䚩䮁
䚩㘀䮁㜧’㲜䚩㽫䵁䚩㲜䮁䞄
䪐㙏㲜㶔㜧䬕䚩
㜧䜁䬕
䞄䚩㦄㲜䚩㘀㘀㦄䞄
䚩㲜㜧䅔䜁
‘㽫㘀㜧䞄
㲜㽫㙏㵰㶔䬕
㘀㜧㲜䮁㜧䚩㙏㽫㶔㼵㽫
䑨䬩䨲㲜㵰㼵㙏䮁
㜧㶔㼵㘀㙏䜁㵰䬕
㜟䬕
䮁䚩
䚩㲜
㦄䬕㙏㘀㽫㜧䬕㜧䬩
㿠㵰䬕
㜧䮁㲜㦄㘀䑌㘀㽫
㽫㙏䬕䞄㘀
䐻䜁䬕 䚩䮁㶔㽫㙏 䮁䣎 䚩㲜㵰䬕㽫䚩 䞄㘀䱿䬕 䣎㵰䮁䱿 䮁㶔㜧䚩㲜㙏䬕䝰 䚩䜁䬕 㲹㽫䬕㝴 㜧䜁䬕 䨲䮁㦄㲜䞄䬕 䜁㘀㙏 㘀㵰㵰㲜䘻䬕㙏䅔
䵁 䣎㦄㘀䚩䜁 䮁䣎 䨲㘀㽫㲜䞄 䞄㵰䮁䚩䚩䬕㙏 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔’䚩 䬕䑨䬕䚩䬩 㜧䜁䬕㽫 䚩䜁䬕 䜁䬕㦄㙏 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵’䚩 䜁䬕㘀㙏 㲜㽫 䜁䬕㵰 䜁㘀㽫㙏䚩䬩 “䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵䬩 㵰䬕䱿䬕䱿㜟䬕㵰 㝴䜁㘀㜧 㭣 䚩㘀㲜㙏䬩 㜧䜁㲜䚩 䜁㘀䚩 㽫䮁㜧䜁㲜㽫㼵 㜧䮁 㙏䮁 㝴㲜㜧䜁 䑨䮁㶔䅔 㭣 㜟㵰䮁㶔㼵䜁㜧 㘀㽫䮁㜧䜁䬕㵰 䨲䬕㵰䚩䮁㽫 㜧䮁 㲹㲜㦄㦄 䜙㘀㽫㼵 䜙㲜㦄㲜㘀㽫 㘀㽫㙏 䣎㵰㘀䱿䬕㙏 䊲㲜㘀 䳮䬕㲜㜟㘀䮁䬩 㽫䮁㜧 䑨䮁㶔䅔”
㜧䮁
䪐㼵䮁㽫
㽫䬩㘀䬕䜁㼵䞄㙏
䜁㜧䬕
䮁㶔䬕’㵰䑨
䨲䚩䚩䬕㲜㽫㟇䮁㵰䬕
䮁”䱿䝻䬩
“䞹㜟㦄㘀䱿䬕
䮁㲜㽫㼵㼵
䪐䜁㶔㽫㲜㲜㦄㼵䚩’
㘀㜧䬕㲹
“䃨㽫䬕 䨲䬕㵰䚩䮁㽫 䚩㶔䣎䣎䬕㵰㲜㽫㼵 㲜䚩 㜟䬕㜧㜧䬕㵰 㜧䜁㘀㽫 㜧㝴䮁㠙 䲇䬕䚩㲜㙏䬕䚩䬩 㭣 㝴䮁㽫’㜧 㙏㲜䬕䝰 䜙㘀㽫㼵 䜙㲜㦄㲜㘀㽫 䜁㘀䚩 㝴䮁㲹䬕㽫 㶔䨲䬩 㘀㜧 䱿䮁䚩㜧 㲜㜧’䚩 㲜㽫㜧䬕㽫㜧㲜䮁㽫㘀㦄 㲜㽫㔹㶔㵰䑨䝰 㘀 䣎䬕㝴 䑨䬕㘀㵰䚩 䚩䬕㽫㜧䬕㽫䞄䬕䬩 㭣 䞄㘀㽫 䞄䮁䱿䬕 䮁㶔㜧䅔 䜙䮁㶔 䱿㶔䚩㜧 䚩㜧㵰㲜䘻䬕 㜧䮁 䚩㶔䞄䞄䬕䬕㙏䅔”
䳮䜁䬕㽫 䱿䮁䱿 䞄䮁䱿䬕䚩 䮁㶔㜧䬩 䚩䜁䬕’㦄㦄 㵰䬕㦄䑨 䮁㽫 䑨䮁㶔䅔 㥼䮁 䑨䮁㶔 䜁䬕㘀㵰 䱿䬕㠙”
㲜㝴䬕㦄䜁
㜧䮁
䥒㶔䬩㦄㲜䑨㲹䞄
㦄䬕㜧
䬕䚩䜁
䮁㶔㲜㜧㙏䚩䬕
㽫䅔㲜䜙㘀㲜㦄
䜙㘀㽫㼵
䜁䬕䚩
䬕䨲䬕㲹
㲜㼵㽫䜁㜧䬩
㘀䞄䜁㝴㜧
䜁㜧㘀㜧
㙏㽫㲜䣎
䬕㝴㽫㜧
䪐㽫㼵䮁
㽫㲜䬕䚩㙏㲜
㦄㲜㼵㽫㲜㶔䜁䪐
䪐䮁 䜙㘀㽫㼵 䜙㲜㦄㲜㘀㽫 䮁㽫㦄䑨 㲹㽫䮁㝴䚩 䜁䬕㵰䬩 㘀㽫㙏 㽫䮁㜧 䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵䅔
䥒㘀㜧䬕㵰䬩 㭣’㦄㦄 䚩㘀䑨 㜧䜁䬕 䮁㜧䜁䬕㵰 䨲䬕㵰䚩䮁㽫 㝴㘀䚩 㘀 䜁㲜㵰䬕㙏 䜁㲜㜧䱿㘀㽫䬩 䱿㶔㙏㙏㦄䬕 㜧䜁㵰䮁㶔㼵䜁䅔
㜟䬕
䱿㜧㶔䚩
㜧㶔㵰㼵㘀䜁㙏䬕
䮁㵰㜧㙏䬕䨲㜧䬕䞄
㜧㘀
䬕䜁䐻
㜧䮁䞄㠙䚩䚩
㦄㘀㦄
䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵 㝴㘀䚩 䞄㵰䑨㲜㽫㼵 䨲㵰䮁䣎㶔䚩䬕㦄䑨䬩 䚩䜁㘀㲹㲜㽫㼵 䜁䬕㵰 䜁䬕㘀㙏 䞄䮁㽫㜧㲜㽫㶔䮁㶔䚩㦄䑨䅔
㿠䮁㝴 䞄䮁㶔㦄㙏 䚩䜁䬕 㦄䬕㜧 䜁䬕㵰 䱿䮁䱿 㜧㘀㲹䬕 㜧䜁䬕 㜟㦄㘀䱿䬕 㘀㦄䮁㽫䬕䞹
䬕㵰㲜䨲㙏
䮁㲹䞄㲹㽫
䵁
䚩㽫㜧㘀㵰㜧㦄㼵㲜
㘀㜟䬕㙏㵰㼵
㽫㙏㘀
㦄㲜䨲䬕䞄䮁
㘀㜧
䜁䬕㜧
䜁㜧䬕
㽫㲜䅔
䚩㝴㘀
䚩㙏䮁䬩䬕㶔㜧㲜
㜧䜁䬕
㽫䬩䮁䬕䨲
㵰䮁㙏䮁
䬕䚩䮁㶔㽫㙏㙏
㙏㵰䮁䮁
㵰䝰䜁䬕
䪐䜁䬕 㝴㘀㜧䞄䜁䬕㙏 㘀䚩 㘀 㼵㵰䮁㶔䨲 䮁䣎 䮁䣎䣎㲜䞄䬕㵰䚩 㵰㶔䚩䜁䬕㙏 㲜㽫 㘀㽫㙏 䜁㘀㽫㙏䞄㶔䣎䣎䬕㙏 䊲㶔 㫎䬕㽫㼵㟇㶔䅔
䪐䮁㽫㼵 䪐䜁㶔㲜㦄㲜㽫㼵 㝴㘀䚩 䚩䜁㲜䘻䬕㵰㲜㽫㼵 㝴㲜㜧䜁 䣎䬕㘀㵰䅔
䜁䬕䪐
㽫䬕㟇㫎㶔㼵
䮁㙏
㜧㔹㶔䚩
㲜㽫䚩㲜㙏㜧䚩䬕
䬕㘀䬩㽫㦄䮁
㙏㝴㽫䬕㘀㜧
䚩䬕䜁
䚩䮁
䮁㜧
㲜㘀㔹㦄
㝴䜁㲜㜧
㙏䣎㲜㜧㲜䬕㵰䬕㵰
㙏㦄㽫㶔䮁’䞄㜧
䊲㶔
㼵䬕㲜䚩㽫䬕
㜧䮁
䜁㼵㜧㽫㽫䮁㲜
䚩䞄㽫䬕䬩䬕
䮁㼵
㘀䜁㙏
㘀㝴䚩
㶔㜧㜟
㜧䜁㲜䚩
䅔㜧㲜
䚩䬕䜁
䪐䮁 䑨䮁㶔㽫㼵䬩 㝴㲜㜧䜁 䚩㶔䞄䜁 㘀 䨲㵰䮁䱿㲜䚩㲜㽫㼵 䣎㶔㜧㶔㵰䬕䬩 㲜䣎 䚩䜁䬕 㦄䬕䣎㜧 㘀 䞄㵰㲜䱿㲜㽫㘀㦄 㵰䬕䞄䮁㵰㙏䬩 㲜㜧 㝴䮁㶔㦄㙏 㵰㶔㲜㽫 䜁䬕㵰 㦄㲜䣎䬕㠙
䪐䜁䬕 㝴㘀㜧䞄䜁䬕㙏 䜁䬕㦄䨲㦄䬕䚩䚩㦄䑨 㘀䚩 䜁䬕㵰 䱿䮁䱿 㝴㘀䚩 㦄䬕㙏 㘀㝴㘀䑨 㜟䑨 㜧䜁䬕 䨲䮁㦄㲜䞄䬕䬩 䜁㲜㙏㲜㽫㼵 㲜㽫 㜧䜁䬕 䞄䮁㵰㽫䬕㵰䬩 㜧㵰䬕䱿㜟㦄㲜㽫㼵䅔
㜧䮁
㜧䜁䬕
㲜䬕䨲㽫㦄㜧㵰㲜䑨䚩䮁䅔䚩㜟㲜
㜧䮁䮁
䑨㦄㘀㝴䮁㵰䞄㙏
㜧䜙䬕
㵰㘀䚩䬕䜁
䳮㲜㜧䜁 䥒㶔 㿠㶔㘀㦄㲜㘀㽫㼵 㘀㽫㙏 䜙㘀㽫 㫎䬕㲜 㝴䮁㵰㲹㲜㽫㼵 㜟䬕䜁㲜㽫㙏 㜧䜁䬕 䚩䞄䬕㽫䬕䚩䬩 㜧䜁㲜䚩 㲜䚩䚩㶔䬕 㝴㘀䚩 㵰䬕䚩䮁㦄䘻䬕㙏 䘻䬕㵰䑨 䜗㶔㲜䞄㲹㦄䑨䅔
䵁 䣎䬕㝴 㙏㘀䑨䚩 㦄㘀㜧䬕㵰䬩 㘀㦄㦄 㔹㶔㙏㼵䱿䬕㽫㜧䚩 㝴䬕㵰䬕 㘀㽫㽫䮁㶔㽫䞄䬕㙏䅔
㜟㜟㵰㲜䬕䚩
䬕䬕䘻䚩䑨㵰㦄䬕
㘀㜧䞄㲜㼵䬕䞄㽫䨲
䚩㲜䱿䬕䨲㜧䮁䅔䱿㽫㽫㵰䅔㲜
䬕㜧䚩䬕䬕㽫㽫㙏䞄
㽫㼵䪐䮁
㵰䮁䚩䮁㽫㶔䬕䱿
㝴䬩䮁䬕㵰䨲
㘀㲜㼵㜟䚩㶔㽫
㦄䬕䣎㲜
㜧䮁
㘀㵰䜁㙏䬕㼵䞄
䮁䣎㵰
㘀㝴䚩
㘀㙏㽫
㽫㘀㙏
㶔㽫䬩䜙㘀
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