At this moment, mo Yancheng returned with some things. He furrowed his brows when he saw her carrying a bunch of colorful things! He lectured her sternly,"Cheng!" You're pregnant now, so don't pick up things on the road! He threw it away! Don't dirty your clothes. "
"No!" She tried to explain.
The little thing was already very sad. When it heard its idol's voice, it shrank back in fear and got down from her arms decisively. It maintained its elegant steps and jumped onto her shoulder, scuttling into the back seat! He was silently enjoying the sadness of a single dog.
"Uh!" Seeing this, mo Yanchen thought to himself,"this is a familiar action. Who else could it be but a dog fighting for favor at home?"
He had wanted to throw it away, but Shen chengjing doted on it so much that he could not ruin his gentlemanly image in front of her. So, he could only bear with it.
