The little girl was peeling the candy and eating it by herself, and suddenly a shadow covered her face.

The little girl looked up and looked at the old man and the middle-aged man in front of her with some confusion.

Before she could say anything, the old man slapped her on the shoulder with a serious and serious expression.

"Little girl, don't worry, with me, I will never let people bully you, so you can do what you want to do with confidence."

The old man spoke in a childish tone, but full of persuasiveness.

The middle-aged man on the side also smiled helplessly at her, with a little respect.

Mo Ran blinked his eyes and looked at the old man seriously for a few seconds, his pink lips suddenly curved with pleasure, and he nodded obediently.

"Don't worry, grandpa, she can't bully me."

Because, she has always been the only one who bullies others.

The old man nodded heavily, looking at the ink-stained gaze with more and more relief.

The daughter-in-law of the Jun family wants to have this kind of capital, and my grandson's eyes are really good.

Originally, he was already going to accept the kid's preparation to bring him a male daughter-in-law back, but he didn't expect to find him such a watery granddaughter-in-law, and when he came back, he would definitely burn paper and worship incense for the ancestors of the Jun family.

The more he thought about it, the more satisfied the old man Jun was with the ink dyeing, and he originally wanted to show a charitable smile, but halfway through the laugh, he thought that he should maintain a serious image outside, so he took it back stiffly, and his expression became serious and meticulous.

Old Man Jun put his hands behind his back and said a faint "um" to Moran, which was quite a reflection of arrogance.

Seeing this, Steward Zhong showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and just wanted to say: Your old image has long been shattered to the ground and you still can't pick it up.

Suddenly, the surrounding crowd was agitated, and the girls were even brighter in their eyes, covering their mouths as if they wanted to scream.

Is the phoenix evil coming?

Mo Dye looked up, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he bent his lips and outlined a shallow arc.

A little pleasure, a little fun.

It was four handsome men and teenagers with very different styles, and a woman with an extremely gentle and elegant temperament.

The man walking in front had a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection, the corners of his red lips hooked up a lazy smile, and the slightly open neckline revealed a small piece of delicate collarbone, a little tempting and a little dark, damn sultry.

The man in the middle is wearing a white suit, a pair of gold-wire glasses looks elegant and noble, and his handsome face has a gentle and faint smile, but the eyes under the mirror are deep and indifferent, and the buttons and ties of his shirt are meticulously cared for, revealing a bit of abstinence.

A woman with a gentle temperament held his hand, Ning Ya's face looked very comfortable, and there was a faint smile on her fair face.

Walking at the end were two teenagers. The young man with a calm and delicate face impatiently pulled the arm of another young man and walked forward.

And the soft, cute and delicate young man is sleeping with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully, and letting the indifferent and impatient teenager in front of him pull him away.

The key thing is that both of them are wearing the same outfit, and they are very loving.

Qiu Qin's eyes flashed with pride, turned her head and glanced at the ink dye fiercely, and regained an elegant and delicate smile on her face, and greeted the man walking in front of her in the jealous and envious eyes of women.

"Feng Shao." Qiu Qin walked to Feng Tian's side and shouted softly, wanting to hold the man's arm, but was dodged.

Qiu Qin's face turned a little pale, but she still tried to maintain the smile on her face, looking at Feng Tian with a gentle expression and a hint of grievance.