In daddy's arms, Mo Mo imagined what it was like ten thousand times.

but Qi Hao picked him up and buried his small face on his strong shoulder. His tears kept flowing.

it was really warm... Although Ryan held him many times, Qi Hao held him for the first time. "Son, you've wet my shirt."

Momo blew his nose hard - with his shirt.

"I don't think you mind if I use your" amonia "as a handkerchief?" Xiaomeng's eyes were red with tears, and he spread out his hands.

"it's Armani!" He clenched his teeth and corrected his son. He was really taken by that woman.

if Armani's boss knew...