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Ma, Wen Jiang immediately restrained his charming smile, turned to Qihou and said, "Wen Jiang pays homage to your majesty."

Qihou walked over slowly, and said with a smile, "Sister rarely comes back, why is she standing outside the hall? Hurry up and enter the hall."

Wen Jiang smiled and said, "Exactly."

As Wen Jiang said, he turned his head and was about to enter the hall. When he passed Wu Jiu, he hooked Wu Jiu's finger with his little finger, and said with a soft smile, "After the banquet, come to my room."

Wu Jiao's scalp tingled again, how much romantic debt does this son Jiu have?

Wen Jiang quickly entered the hall, only Wu Jiao and Qihou were left standing outside. Qihou walked over slowly, raised his hands behind his back, gently lifted Wu Jiao's hair and held it in his hands, gently He rubbed it, then lifted it up a little, put it under his nose for a sniff, and said with a low smile, "Second brother is really different in this dress, no wonder even sister Wen Jiang is fascinated?"