In the last life, Mo Ye loved her, pampered her and protected her, but she prayed every day that he would not die well. In this life, she tore apart scumbag men and women, tasted green tea and crushed white lotus, and grabbed and kissed her husband without letting go. 'Honey, let me give you a massage. ' 'Honey, I'll help you cook. ' 'Dear, you can do anything you want me to do... Just ask! ' The man held her arm and whispered softly: Respond to the call and arrange for the third child.
