Zhao Meng drove the car while mo Qiu lay in the back seat.
"Blargh." She was driving very fast. Mo Qiu was so shocked that he fell over and vomited.
“…….”Zhao Meng saw this.
She stopped the car and moved forward, trying to cover his mouth.
Who knew that she didn't cover her mouth, and he spat on her hand!
"Mo Qiu." Zhao Meng didn't dare to look, her hand was sticky!
Only God knew that she wanted to kill him right now and leave him on the side of the road! I'll just leave him to his own devices.
Unfortunately, while Zhao Meng was deep in thought ...
After mo Qiu vomited, he felt much better.
Looking at the cloth in front of him, he reached out to pull it over and gently wiped the corner of his mouth! She climbed onto the chair, turned over, and fell asleep.
Zhao Meng looked at her sleeve, which mo Qiu had just brushed past her mouth.
