he huan just glared at him.
he was really shameless.
His words were especially vivid, and that kind of image was really painful to the eyes.
"Yihuan is still here." He Huan continued to stare at him.
"Do you think she can understand such profound words?" he raised his eyebrows.
He Huan could not do anything about it. She looked at Yi Huan, who could not understand what he was saying. She looked at them with her big, cute eyes.
He Huan felt a little annoyed. She carried the little guy upstairs and helped him wash up.
there was also a very beautiful bathtub here, and the little guy was soaking in it happily.
He Huan was a little absent-minded as she helped her wash up. After that, she coaxed Yi Huan and went downstairs.
She was surprised to see Qin mo preparing dinner.
No, it should be supper.
She stood there and looked at him.
it could be considered a candlelight dinner, with a silver candle stand and french western food.
