"No, I'm just thinking about my own business." The tone of Chu Mo is still stiff.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked around unconsciously, and the old housekeeper wittily cleared all the servants.

She swallowed excessive saliva due to tension, gently walked behind Chu Mo and opened her arms around his waist.

The ink suddenly stiffened, feeling that the head on the back rubbed from side to side.

"Amo, forgive me, okay?"

Answer Lu Xiaoxiao's first coquettish kiss...

Time flies, and it's the opening day of the gallery in a twinkling of an eye.

On this day, the gallery was very busy in front of the door, and Lan Enming was busy, and...