When the double eleven arrives, the scalp becomes numb.

Not only the wallet needs a lot of blood, but the mobile phone and computer will continue to pop up and push, which is annoying.

Therefore, Fengxiao concentrates on codewords and opens fewer windows, at least there will be fewer pushes.

Is finally okay, it will be over today.

Double eleven, Ma Daxia wants to count the votes in everyone's hands, the red ones.

The wind laughs more kindly, as long as the month.

Plus, the monthly ticket situation is a bit tense, seeing the children's shoes of the new monthly ticket, they just follow ... just vote.

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