Young Master Lin held Mo Bao in his arms: Mo Bao, how about we get married?
Mo Bao pursed his lips and looked at death with a look on his face: Young Master, it is better for us to consider the matter of marriage in the long term.
Young Master Lin was very hurt: Why, Master, I am good-looking and rich, I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food.
Mo Bao frowned: Master, I don't want to get Hualiu disease...
Young Master Lin's face was filled with colors instantly, he was really beautiful.
Intention: No surprise