"You still remember, grandma said, you like drinking the most, especially for you, drink it! Little girl! " Rong Xiaoyu said, pinching Mibai's nose, smiling and sitting on Mibai's side, watching her SIP porridge, don't mention how happy she was. Continue to ignore the side of Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang had chicken porridge in his hand, but he couldn't drink it anywhere. Rong Xiaoyu came to him. He didn't pay attention to himself at all. He was even more ambivalent about his thoughts. They. What kind of relationship is it? Can it be like this? Can Rong Xiaoyu even go in and out of the rice house at night? Presumably,...