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Chapter 627: Yun Hanxiao, are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? 【1】

Yun Hanxiao, are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? [1]

Since Yun Hanxiao moved here,

Everyone's living habits are becoming more and more normal.

People who are used to being ordinary life do not think so.

But for these men who have never had a home concept,

What a warm thing it is to ask someone to sit together for dinner at the same time every day.

Yun Hanxiao never showed that she was a very strong person.

He even is willing to keep a low profile everywhere and admits that he is not smart and capable.

But she can do many things that women who desperately show that they are smart and capable can never do.

No matter what day, at this time, in Dishajie's restaurant, there is always a table of hot dishes waiting for everyone to start.

The room is very popular.

I just want to be intoxicated, soften and melt, and never be willing to come out again.

So Feng Tian recently agreed with Di Shajie's intention to stop doing real estate.

I have only transferred my investment for a few months, and I have calculated the profit.

The group of people's eyes widened.

I just bought a house and land, and I didn't produce anything.

The profits of production of so many factories in the past are even higher.

In particular, the reduction in management personnel has greatly reduced production costs.

To be clear, everyone can be lazy recently and make more money.

China's economy is policy economy,

The country says to let a small number of people get rich first.

You have to work hard to be obedient and get rich first. Ha!

Two ghostly spirits and ghostly children arrived.

Naturally, Yun Hanxiao was busy.[

I knew that I had just eaten a lot of ice, so I naturally didn't dare to give Baoer something to eat.

Shaoze wanted to write, but Baoer didn't even bother to leave, and he was delayed until later.

Yun Hanxiao took a small notebook and asked her to sit aside and write one, two, three, four, five.

Baoer, who was four or five years old, frowned and said to Shaoze:

"Can you not write?"

Shaoze shook his head, it was so cool.

Baoer blinked his eyes and thought:

"Then I will write as much as I want, my brother will play with me."


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