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She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Xiao dust heard, the face suddenly brush a tragic white, this shock is not trivial, looking at Han Yu, only hate to swallow it alive, but the color of the face but not show it, baffled, "You put them ......" "Hush ......" Han Yu made a silencing gesture, frowned and looked toward Zhaoyue, signaling not to speak too loudly, then whispered, "Not yet, my fifth weight of pure yang zhenqi hasn't receded yet, I probably have to wait until this month's Fifteen to be able to perform that thing ......"

replied the Flower Master, agreeing with Zai Yu's idea. SWWIIISSSSHHHH Another week has passed, and now Xie Hien and Wang Yueyin are on a mountain peak. It appears that Wang Yueyin is leaning on Xie Hien's lap, who is currently disguised as Long Chen. The woman seems to be enjoying her time and her heart is filled with happiness, even though she is also aware that she is slowly losing her life force.

She looked amiable, making people like her. "Okay, I'll call you Sis Wei, then. You may call me Qianyun. I'm not used to being called Mrs. Ye," said Zhuo Qianyun.

A middle-aged man in a Tai Chi suit stood up and walked up to Lan Weiwei. The middle-aged man was named Di Hong, a famous Taiji Master in the Central Plains. He was invited by Lan Wei to serve as the Assistant Director of Shangwu Hall. Lan Weiwei nodded. Di Hong glanced at the group of uninvited guests and said coldly, "What do you want to do today?"