But Mo Qingcheng suddenly raised his dirty little face in the night, his dark eyes reflected the starlight, and his clear ripples...

"You and I are lingering and flying, leaping through the world forever. When the autumn wind blows and the autumn leaves fall into ashes, there is no regret to wither wither withering with you..." She nnd, the shocking route is not good, so she just takes tenderness, and doesn't believe that with the advantage of her time travel, she can't get a man who is sincerely opposed to her...

At that moment, maybe the smile on Mo Qingcheng's face was too clear, at that moment, maybe Mo Qingcheng's singing was too affectionate, or maybe, just for that moment, maybe Mo Qingcheng's angle of upwards was exactly forty-five degrees... According to legend, that arc can magnify a person's beauty by thousands of times...

For a moment, Mo Qinghan actually looked at the woman's smile and became infatuated...

It is not so beautiful, it is not so beautiful, it is only set against the lower eyebrows and eyes I have seen before. For a moment, I just felt it was so beautiful. The only thing that is the only beauty is that in such a pair of eyes, why is it so unsuitable for that person?

He didn't want to see it, but it was so surging so clearly...

Suddenly, for a moment, he wanted to strangle the loneliness hidden deep in those eyes, and then replace it with that frivolous and vulgar mood. In this way, at least he could still kick the man away when he was watching... But now, he couldn't do it...

So, his figure flashed, and Mo Qingcheng didn't see clearly what was going on. He just felt his wrist relaxed, his eyes blurred, and he returned to the carriage...

Still shaking the wall of the carriage twice, still facing the ground like an octopus, still raised his head and grinned, and then said silly

"I just knew that the beauty couldn't bear to leave..."

On this day, Mo Qinghan raised his eyebrows and was definitely more action than in his past life. The reason was obvious, and the person in front of him...

It's a cold voice

"I don't want to continue to be tortured..."

Mo Qingcheng's head tilted, as if he had taken stimulant, he said with a crisp voice

"You mean, the song I sang forced the beauty's ears?"

Mo Qinghan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something, like a snake, slowly approaching Mo Qingcheng, gritting his teeth and said

"If you dare to speak loudly again, you will not see the sun tomorrow..." Mo Qingcheng's body shook, and he finally realized that he was afraid. He just shook his bones and shrank into the corner and said embarrassedly.
Chapter completed!