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The major general held some freshly baked biscuits in his hand, "Hello, my name is Jiao, these are the biscuits I baked, do you and the cubs want some?" Chen Junhua refused, "No, thank you, I have eaten it. , the cubs are not old enough to eat this."

The corners are a little stiff. "Okay, you just moved here, do you need help?" Chen Junhua opened some doors so that the female army can see the renovated scene inside, and then said, "Thank you, it's all taken care of."

Jiao no ...

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