She should have been living a carefree life, but her life now was full of worry and fear, which made him feel that he had not protected her well enough.
She talked to Lin Qinghui on the phone for more than ten minutes before hanging up. Mo Yanchen came out of the shower.
"Where are we sleeping tonight?" She asked softly, feeling that this bed did not have much security.
Mo Yanchen held her hand and led her outside. When they reached the roof, they saw a tent with pink silk fluttering in the wind. The tent was army green, but it looked like home when they walked in, especially the heart-shaped bed on one side ...
"A tent? I haven't slept in a tent before. " Seeing this, Shen chengjing jogged into the room, threw herself onto the bed, and rolled around on the bed.
The man stood in front of her and watched her play happily. He walked up and sat beside her.
