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他伸手弹了一下酒杯,酒杯发出一声清脆的声响:「薄言品的那些酒,说不定有些就来自我脚下。」<=''/index''css=''cht''style='':#:5;''>>
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众人愣了半晌,先是张宇yAn爆出夸张的笑声。然後是林昀熙在脑海里想像沈泽文卷起K管在用脚踩葡萄的模样。<=''/index''css=''cht''style='':#:5;''>>
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一顿饭自然是宾主尽欢。<=''/index''css=''cht''style='':#:5;''>3O>
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饭後沈泽文开着车送林昀熙回家。心里不知道为什麽一阵一阵的沈闷,虽然没说什麽,但林昀熙感觉到了。<=''/index''css=''cht''style='':#:5;''>31A>
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林昀熙不敢主动说话,只好把头瞥向一旁看着随着车cHa0流动的风景。<=''/index''css=''cht''style='':#:5;''>>
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