Now think about it, Peng Qiongqiong intuitively relaxed himself, marrying into the North is only a matter of time.

After searching for several days on the island, there was still no news. The face of North Zhengdong became more and more haggard, and his heart became more and more distressed.

"Zhengdong, let's go back first. The company can't be left alone for too long. Let's go back first." It's just a few days. The beard has grown on the chin of North Zhengdong, and a circle of black and black eye circles has appeared under the eyes.

Beiyichen's face is not much better, and he looks very haggard. After all,...