Zhao Meng returned to the courtyard house, and Mo Qiu drove behind her.
"Ahem." Mo Qiu stopped the car, took the car keys, and walked forward. He paced back and forth a few times, then turned around and walked inside.
"Ding dong." He rang the doorbell, turned around, and walked to the side. He put his hand on the door frame and combed his hair with his left hand, making a very cool pose.
Unfortunately, the doorbell rang for a long time, but no one opened the door.
"Is he not here? That's impossible! I clearly told her to come back here. " Mo Qiu thought to himself. He turned around and walked to the window. He casually picked a flower, bit it in his mouth, and walked forward to knock on the door.
"Zhao Meng," He continued to pose as he called her name.
At this moment, someone walked in from outside and patted him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, please."
Mo Qiu was being called, and he was secretly unhappy!
