That summer, the breeze blew the sycamore trees in the yard, and the leaves fell one by one on the stone table nearby, while Ning Xiao
Sitting on the stone table, her little feet happily stepped on the leaves.
A black private car parked at the door. It parked straight at the door. The car window was closed tightly. Ning Xiaochen stared at it intentionally.
After looking at the car for a while and finding no movement, he ignored it. Pick up the leaves and tear them off along the veins.
The sound of pulling made her feel comfortable.
He knew who was in the car.
He twitched the corner of his mouth.
In the car are his future "family".
The cp of this article is uncertain, and the attack or failure is uncertain. It all depends on the development of the plot. Some of the plots in this article are a bit off-topic and come with their own lightning rods. The author does not assume any legal responsibility. Not abusive.