p>‘丫头，起床了。 '谨在雪的耳边轻轻说道。

“不要，不要。’雪很烦的摇了摇头。

“丫头，快到我生日了。”

‘真的啊”

“对啊’

“还有几天啊？”

“两三天吧。”

“有谁去啊”

“别问了，你先起床，我再告诉你”

‘o，好吧。”

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“好了，快告诉我，有谁啊”

“会有许多商业界的名流和一些好友，到时别忘了和我跳舞。”

“哦”

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‘谨，你喜欢什么东西啊'

“随便，只要你送，我就喜欢。”

"哈哈哈'又是一阵欢笑。

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雪的心情好好，唱起了歌：

停在这里不敢走下去

让悲伤无法上演

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