Han Nuer looked up at Qi Mo Yan behind the boy. He was stunned again, blinking his big beautiful eyes. Why did Uncle come?

"Of course! I must be the warmest person in the world!"

"Oh? Is it? But I'm sorry." Qi Mo Yan raised his lips coldly, then extended his hand to hold Han Nuer's slender wrist. "You have no chance, please dispel this idea earlier."

Qi Mo is handsome and handsome. He has unspeakable male charm in every move and every move. Even though the boys are tall and sunny, they look good, but they are a lot worse than Qi Moyan. He's like a suckling teenager playing...