Wu Hao looked at ah ze with an unsightly expression. He was constantly on guard.
"No need!" Wu Hao quickly waved his hands, not daring to hope for anything good to be his.
When ah ze heard that, he pulled a long face and placed his hands on his pants. He walked back to his residence and looked up at the sky silently. He felt so sad that he felt that the whole world had abandoned him.
How could such a thing happen to him?
"Hahaha." He suddenly thought of mo Qiu's face, and his mood quickly improved.
How could the hand be compared to the face?
In the ink Garden, Shen chengjing pushed the baby and ran toward mo Yancheng. She turned around and watched as Qiming left. She heaved a sigh of relief and patted her chest. "It's too scary. "
"Who dares to scare Cheng?" Mo Yancheng asked in a low voice.
