: One thousand two hundred and ninety-seven, the bald man swatted flies on his head

"Haoko, I miss you."

The caller was Li Jiaxin, and when the call was connected, this beautiful woman just said something wrong.

"If you have something to say, it's okay, I'll hang up."

"What, you hate me, don't you?"

As soon as Sun Hao finished speaking, on the phone, the beauty became arrogant and her voice became extremely loud.

"Sun Hao, you must know that I am pregnant now, if you treat me badly, hehe... Maybe in the future, I will face you

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