"That's great" Matilda said hurriedly, "Then you go out first, I'll quickly get dressed and we will set off immediately. " Okay, the depressed Jacob can only agree to it. Turning around with a sullen face, he went out.
This bedroom, in his eyes, was the gentle homeland he had been away from for nearly 30 years. But now, he can only stand outside the door, waiting for Matilda to change clothes inside. Jacob gave a long sigh, covered his face with one hand and his head with the other, and squatted down at the door of Matilda's bedroom.
When he squatted down, he was still wondering, "Where is the problem? Is it possible that the millet porridge really has such a magical effect?”
Three minutes later, the bedroom door opened.
Matilda stepped out, and at this time she put on a new set of tight-fitting running suits, with long hair tied in a ponytail, she does not look like a fifty-year-old woman, and many people believe that she is thirty.
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