A strange man's breath leaned in so that Mo Qinghan stayed for a while and forgot to dodge, and after a while, Shang Linjun slowly stood up straight, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and a wicked smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the two cups of coffee on the table, and picked the good-looking eyebrows: "For the sake of fellow villagers, coffee should be your Miss Murong and your treat." After that, he didn't stop for a moment, and walked towards the door of the café.

Mo Qinghan, who was standing in place and had not yet reacted, looked at the back of Shang Linjun who had disappeared from her sight, and her hand strength was a little strong when she was dragging the canvas bag, she could feel the pain caused by the friction between her palm and the canvas bag, her eyes were full of more doubts, and her mind was echoing with too many questions, 'Who am I?' 'Or maybe it is'

"The little cutie he raised is blackened" Chapter 82 What harmed her was just the bad fate of you and me It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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