"..."

Sheng Lingyao sighed helplessly. His little wife always gave him countless surprises and frightens. Sooner or later, she would be frightened to death.

People find it, and their hearts are down.

"Come on, go back."

Holding her hand, she opened the door of the deputy seat, told her to be careful, opened the door on the other side of the detour, sat down, and leaned over to tie her seat belt.

As soon as Shengling Yao approached, Qiujia could not help thinking of the hegemonic and fierce kiss just now, blushing and weak-faced opening: "I, I'll just come by myself."

"Don't move!"

Sheng Lingyao gently brushed her hand and...