"This is..." What is this? She can't say it. Hua Rushi suddenly panicked. This kind of heart is in heaven, but it's too hard to be dragged into hell all of a sudden.

"our children, I know, our children," Jun Changye holds huarumo's cool hand, and knows that his stomach spit just now is not good, almost misunderstood by huarumo. According to the month, it should be his child, but even if it is not, he will like it when he comes out of huarumo's stomach, just

"it's just that we can't make out with each other because of the presence of the stinky boy..." It turned out that what...