Zhan mo looked at ruan Mengmeng, who was wearing the white suit that the servants had prepared according to Zhan Jia 'er's preferences, and his eyebrows furrowed.
White was Jia 'er's favorite color, and even ruan Mengmeng looked a lot softer and cuter in it.
However, he felt that ruan Mengmeng looked a little awkward in this state.
She should belong to a more dazzling and colorful color.
It was not this kind of quiet and even faint pure white.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ruan Mengmeng furrowed her brows and glared at Zhan mo. She kept feeling uncomfortable.
"You are very beautiful today," Zhan mo said in a low voice.
Ruan Mengmeng,"Yingluo."
She said it as if she wasn't usually pretty.
"You must be hungry, let's go downstairs to eat." I'll take you to a place after you're done eating."
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After the meal, Zhan mo put a human skin mask on ruan Mengmeng's face.
