Yan Chuqi ate the delicious dim sum on the street, the sweetness in his mouth seemed to be immersed in his heart, it was so delicious, it was so sweet, what should I do if I want to eat another piece...... Actions are always faster than thoughts, and the outstretched white tender little hand has grasped the shortbread accurately.

With a snapping sound, Yan Chuqi's hand was quickly retracted, leaving only some crumbs in his hand, and the shortbread was nowhere to be found.

Yan Chuqi's eyes widened, his eyes were full of anger, and he stared straight at Mo Jing, who was sitting beside him with an innocent face.

"Why are you snatching my bread?" A pair of beautiful eyes are round, with the cuteness of a little daughter in her big eyes.

"You're the seventh pastry!" Mo Jing's face was as usual, he didn't let go at all, and the smile on his face was hidden.

"If you eat it again, you will grow into a fat man."

"You actually dislike me for being fat?" Yan Chuqi is gone, this man can't ask for it, wash it and feed it to the dog.

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Men's desire to survive is as strong as ever, and in the face of such a proposition, it is natural to deny it.

"Emperor, Don't Pester" Chapter 70 I promised to hit it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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