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"Over this mountain, you are talking about Yangxian County." Old Tao shrank his shoulders, bowed his head and peeled oranges, and said casually.
Mo Tao couldn't help lifting the curtain.
The cold wind in winter blew in at once, and nothing could be seen outside. Hao, the driver, turned back and said, "What's your order, young master?"
"Nothing." Mo Tao shivered with cold and quickly put down the curtains.
Lao Tao handed him the peeled orange.
Oranges have been kept for a long time. Some of them are dry, but they taste sweet. Mo Tao even ate some, and then stuffed the rest into Lao Tao's hand.
You're welcome. Lao Tao ate it all at once.
Mo Tao subconsciously touched the fragrant towel in her arms and wiped her mouth, but as soon as she reached into her arms, she remembered that the fragrant towel had been thrown into the stove and burned, and she could not help feeling sorry. I have been wandering around Xiangqun Building for so many years, so I only got this incense towel as a souvenir, but I didn't expect it to be left behind in the end.
"Master, is it cold?" Lao Tao moved the heater forward.
"Not cold." Mo Tao was depressed. After sitting for a while, he couldn't hold his breath and asked, "I'm afraid it's not good to hear that there are many rich families in Tanyang County."
Lao Tao said, "People are good at being bullied. If the young master is afraid of them, they will naturally bully him. "
"How can I be afraid of them?" Ink slightly increased, "I must do it well. ...
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