Qin Nan rolled his eyes helplessly when he saw Ren putting the camera bag on his lap.
"Put on your seatbelt and put your son behind you."
Qin Nan always joked that the camera was Naren's son.
"Didn't you say that it's my ancestor?"
Ren fastened his seat belt and continued to hold his camera, afraid that it would break.
you're my ancestor. There's flower tea in the thermos. Drink some. I told you to wear more t-shirts. It's even colder outside the city.
In the past, Qin Nan was never so long-winded, but after living with Ren, he realized that he could not control his mouth.
Sometimes, even he himself felt annoyed ...
Ren took the thermal flask and took a sip. The temperature was just right. Qin Nan's flower tea was delicious.
Along the way, all the large LED screens were reporting on Ji Chenzhou's engagement party that night.
Ren held the thermal flask with a faint smile on his lips. will your life be easier after you get engaged ...
