finally calmed Xiao Kewei, Mo Xin knew that the paper couldn't contain the fire, and after saying goodbye to her, he hurried home.

Yesterday Qiao Ci'an was very drunk, and tonight he did not go out to have fun, but locked himself in the bedroom.

When he got home, Mosin planned to suggest that he go to the hospital overnight, but when he opened the door, he was found lying on the bed depressed.

"The sun is coming out in the west, brother, do you also have an early time to go home?" Mosin asked, surprised.

Qiao Ci'an smiled bitterly and shook his head lightly to deny: "No, I haven't gone out at all today." ”

Now Mo Xin couldn't believe it even more, could it be that this flowery radish is ready to be closed, and one radish will be a pit in the future?

"Really?

Chapter 117 Pretending to be sick is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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