Tong Ying didn't know what kind of life she was dreaming about here, but she had already found Meng Nanjun on the twilight side.

The latter was not surprised by this, just supported his chin with one hand, and slightly played with the beads in his hand with the other, looking at him with interest.

"You came to me, have you reported to your eldest lady? Don't let her find anyone to come to me again, I still want to rest. ”

Du Jiang knew that she was joking with herself, and for Tong Ying's previous attitude, he still waved at Meng Nanjun slightly, and lost it.

"I have a story that I don't know if you'd like to hear."

Meng Nanjun just looked at him like this, didn't say that he listened, and didn't say that he didn't listen, but just calculated Tong Yingyan

"Mrs. Nanhou is a ghost" one hundred and twenty years of a promise is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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