Leng Mohan celebrated for the first time that the floor he bought was not high.
Shao Feng, goodbye...
There was no feeling of landing. Looking carefully, he was in Shao Feng's arms, holding him like a princess.
"Little Momo, it turns out that you can't wait to throw yourself into my arms." When he looked up, he saw Shao Feng's stinky face, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand and punch him. "Why are you here?"
"I miss Xiao Momo." What does it feel like when a 25-year-old person acts coquettishly towards you.
Leng Mohan felt disgusting.
"Shao Feng, that's enough, let me down." Not wanting to argue with this shameless person anymore, Leng Mohan was anxious to get out of the embarrassing situation.
"Can't I hug you?" Shao Feng looked like he would cry if you said yes.
"Damn it, put me down!" Seeing that Leng Mohan was really getting angry, Shao Feng curled his lips and reluctantly put him down.
"Shao Feng, I tell you, don't hug me next time." Leng Mohan said in what he thought was a cold tone, but he didn't know that in Shao Feng's eyes, this was a sign of arrogance.