Hua Miaomiao's mouth twitched. fine, fine, fine. You're Chinese. You're a living Lei Feng. Give Chu Qing to me then.
Leng Kuang's expression turned cold. forget about the door and the dog hole. There's not even a fly's crack. Ah-Qing is mine.
"Tomboy would never be with you," Hua Miaomiao mumbled.
Her voice was so soft that Leng Kuang didn't hear her.
"what did you say?" he asked.
Of course, Hua Miaomiao would not repeat himself.
He shook his head and said,"nothing." Do you still want to drink?"
"of course!"
"Whoever gets down first today will not be allowed to see Chu Qing for the next week."
"Alright!"
Gu Youli left her husband and son behind and drove, leaving a trail of dust behind. She stopped in front of the apartment where Chu Qing was staying.
In the morning, she received a call from Chu Qing and found out that her father had been admitted to the hospital. She wanted someone to go home and bring her some toiletries.
