"it's late. Go to bed." Li Yanbei closed the computer, stood up and rubbed Tang Xiaoxiao's hair.

Tang Xiaoxiao stretches comfortably, looks at Tang Xiaoxiao's mobile phone, and sees her chat page with Cheng Yi.

the last sentence is, MoMA?

huh? What's going on?

Li Jianbei's eyes sank and robbed her cell phone directly: "what are you talking about?"

"what are you doing, uncle?" Tang Xiaoxiao wants to get it back, but because of his height, he can only Jump to rob.

after seeing the screen at a glance, Li Jianbei's face, which was still cold, suddenly began to warm up.

although the chat page ends with Tang Xiaoxiao's Momo,...