"How would you like it?" Mo Zhengyan did not tear her apart, he asked in turn.

In July, Song looked ahead at the night sky of the city, and she talked incessantly, "It's like night longing for dawn."

"In that case, why haven't you looked for me in the past month?" Mo Zhengyan drove calmly, glancing quietly into the front mirror, only to see her bright face in the mirror.

"You are so cruel to me, I can't pull my face! I've got guts, too!"

"So that's why you reject people so categorically?"

"Of course! Because you are the only one in my heart who doesn't have him!" Song July...