A meal, Mo Xinran did not eat a mouthful, the brain is entirely in the afternoon in the tube tower mood, the nose is clear is fresh flower fragrance, but evolved into a bloody smell.

"This chef baked snails very well..." Looking coldly at the plate in front of him, he said, "Don't try it?"

Mo resisted the urge of nausea and gritted his teeth and said, "That breath has filled my stomach."

Cold and slightly raised eyebrows, deep eyes,'Don't you want me to accompany you to dinner?'

"But I didn't say I wanted to go there!" Moxin stared coldly, knowing clearly that he was intentional, but he could not...