Meise has always been very cooperative with Mo Qingcheng. When he saw Mo Qingcheng getting off the ring, he spontaneously came up. Mo Qingcheng smiled brightly and turned over the horse, but he stopped looking at the ring. He turned his head and smiled brightly at Mo Qinghan, and threw the ring in his hand into the man's arms. With a slap of Meise, he rode his horse and ran wildly in the vast crowd...

The wind in late summer has gradually become cool. Under the moonlight, Mo Qingcheng's back, although not very tall, has always been straight and straight...

Mo Qinghan pursed his thin lips, and his black eyes gradually became smiled, and finally he shouted a light blow

"Jia..." followed Mo Qingcheng's departure...

But on the ring, Luo Xier pulled the stunning man who seemed to be in deep thought, and said shyly and softly.

"Young Master is willing to come, Xi'er is very happy..."

The man took back his eyes full of steam. The smile on his lips was unclear, but it had a scent of smiling but not smiling. He finally responded in a deep voice.

"I have something to do, let's go first..." After saying that, he disappeared in an instant...

Luo Xier stood there in a daze, looking at the empty palm, as if the person's body temperature was still left. A bitterness rosy appeared on the corner of her mouth under the gauze, and a pair of apricot eyes were full of gloom. As soon as she arrived, she left again...

Feng Lishang, can anyone in this world let you stay?

The moonlight poured down like water, and the charming color was always very smart. At this moment, it only rushed to the limit, and only taught Mo Qingcheng to vent his will and ran outside the city gate...

After running for a long time, Mo Qingcheng finally vented enough. In an instant, he was like a hot air balloon showing off his air, and he was spread on Meise's back. Meise was very obedient and knew what Mo Qingcheng wanted. Finally, he slowed down on the silent road at a very time, walking forward slowly, occasionally gnawing on the grass on the roadside, occasionally looking for a tree to rub it. For a moment, it seemed extremely comfortable...

When Mo Qinghan arrived, he saw such a scene...

The man lay on the horse with his head resting on his arms, crossing his legs very leisurely, biting a green grass in his mouth, slightly closing his eyes, allowing his slender eyelashes to make small mottled under the silver mask, looking too lazy to cramp... But the horse was surrounding the poplar tree for a moment and swaying his tail occasionally, indicating that he was in a good mood at the moment...
Chapter completed!