Han mengjun shook her head hard, unable to say a word.
She could clearly be very strong!
No matter what difficulties she faced, she would not cry. Why? And he was defeated by a bowl of porridge?
It could only be said that she seemed to have a hard shell, but her heart was softer than anyone else's.
"What's wrong, mengjun? Don't cry." Seeing her cry so sadly, su Mianmian's heart also felt bad.
She personally wiped han mengjun's tears.
Han mengjun took the tissue and quickly wiped her tears.
I'm sorry. I just feel that I'm too lucky. Someone actually made me porridge. She was a little embarrassed.
"Silly child, it's just a bowl of porridge. If you like it, Auntie will make it for you often in the future." Su Mianmian patted the back of her hand and said softly.
Su Mianmian's heart ached a little for her as she looked at her.
It seemed that he had to talk to Dongdong when he got back and make him care more about his girlfriend.
