When Xiao Yang said yes, Zhang Dong burst into blossom, and the boy kissed him fiercely on the face.

"Your uncle, I'm not a fruit tree..." Xiao Yang touched his kissed face and goose bumps rose.

Zhang Dong's face turned red, and he heard nothing. Xiaoyang, this fellow, is thoroughly overwhelmed by him. He is now more and more fond of the feeling of fruit and trees, and even a little unable to extricate himself.

"Xiaoyang, what are you talking about? What does he have to do with me to kiss you?' I don't know how Lin Guoguo heard this. She was wearing a short skirt, showing two beautiful legs...