Song Yan approached slowly and said, "Teacher Xiao Chen, please do me a favor. I want a cup of taro paste Bobo Bob milk tea. He Xinxin, Lu Chen, Zhu Junming, Wang Ziye, Xie Zhao, and Zhao Xia milk tea only want Bobo." Chen Muyu's brain was spinning rapidly. Looking at the empty teaching buildings around him, he sighed, "Gouzi, are you in love with your father? If you don't do it willingly, just blink." A deep smile appeared in Song Yan's mouth, "Mr. Xiao Chen, don't you understand yet?" "I just want bumbo." Chen Muyu seemed to understand what he meant at this time. Her mind went blank, and the tips of her ears turned red. She felt that the whole space had become cramped, and she subconsciously had trouble breathing. Song Yan's fiery gaze penetrated her inner defense, melting her little by little. Chen Muyu nodded indifferently, okay.
Intention: I will never be as happy as you in this life