"This, how can this be? I don't believe it! ”

The other end of the phone roared, Liang Mosheng hung up the receiver violently, and the room was quiet for a moment, Yuan Anqi was still asleep.

Suddenly, there was another ringtone, and there was a sound of turning on the bed, and he rushed to the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors, and cut the telephone line with a "click".

The room was quiet again, Liang Mosheng lost the scissors, moved to the bed step by step, and sat down gently.

Yuan Anqi was young, it was the time for snooze, and he was repeatedly disturbed in the morning, but he still slept until noon without heart and lungs. When she opened her eyes contentedly, she saw Liang Mosheng sitting on the edge of the bed with his head and knees.

"Old Liang?"

Crisp and delicate

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