Like white lightning, Zi Qianmo turned around on the first floor and "took care" of all seventeen or eighteen people.

Accompanied by screams.

Except for Mo Yan, everyone has become a flower cat face.

Xiao Bai Ze landed on the handrail of the stairs in front of Mo Yan in a gorgeous posture, snorted coldly, and turned his head.

Mo Yan: "......"

This white dumpling just hummed, right?

It's like a human, snort, right!

He looked around and noticed that the rest of the people had not noticed this side at all because they had been scratched by Bai Tuanzi, or were wailing in pain, or anxiously drugged.

In other words, he was the only one present, and he heard this white ball talking.

I don't know why, he secretly rejoiced and breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Tuanzi is a demon thing, he is the only one who finds out, if someone else detects, he will definitely hunt her crazy.

He didn't hate her.

Even, kind of like her.

But—he had his own troubles, and he couldn't take her with him as she wanted.

"Let's go." Mo Yan lowered his voice and said in a volume that only two people could hear, "Don't make a noise, people are much worse than you think." ”

Zi Qianmo was stunned at first, and then angry.

Just chase her once, and twice, three times!

She slapped the staircase handrail with her front paws hard, clattering, and then turned around, her little fluffy tail facing him.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, and a sexy chuckle overflowed in his throat.

It's so cute.

I've never seen such a cute little thing.

Especially her arrogant and petty appearance. Obviously he was already angry, but he was still trying to maintain his coldness.

Zi Qianmo heard the laughter, and his ears moved.

Really?

It was the first time she had heard him laugh.

Unexpected...... That's a good sound.

It feels like my ears are getting pregnant. Ahh□h

I don't know what Mo Yan's big ice cube looks like when he laughs?

When you don't laugh, it's good enough, if you laugh, wouldn't it be a prosperous beauty?

Here, Mo Yan was in a happy mood, and his mood was even more relaxed than ever. A handsome arc rose on his thin lips, wanting to appease the white ball.

Almost instinctively, he turned to her and held out his hand.

However, when the palm of his hand was only an inch away from her soft fur, he suddenly realized what he was doing, the smile on his face stiffened, the movement of his hand suddenly stopped, and his pupils contracted violently.

Mo Yan looked very bad.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and the hand that originally wanted to touch her clenched into a fist in mid-air, and forcibly shrank behind her.

Even his breathing became heavy.

The cold sweat is getting denser and denser.

Some not-so-good childhood memories flashed through my mind.

For a moment just now, Zi Qianmo felt Mo Yan's approach. His hand seemed to be stretched out.

Do you want to be like Elder Phoenix, Sister Vermilion Bird, Uncle Kunpeng, and Big Brother Candle Dragon, and give yourself a haircut?

In my heart, I can't help but have some small expectations.

It turned out that Mo Yan was a sullen woman, and his mouth was trying to get rid of him, but he actually liked himself very much, and as soon as she turned around, he reached out and wanted to touch her secretly.

Ziqian Mo waited and waited, and the expected Shun Mao service did not come.

She's waiting a little impatiently!