The first class cabin of the plane, at some point, was furnished with a room.

She pushed the door and entered, the room was pitch black, and she couldn't see her fingers, and she faintly smelled a faint dark scent.

That was the breath exclusive to Mo Qingyan.

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and turned on the mobile phone flashlight to illuminate it.

The layout of the room is monotonous, the quilt is dark gray, and there is a sense of coldness.

The environment was too dark, and her flashlight didn't shine on people.

Slowing down and walking slowly, she put the bowl on the bedside table and planned to go back.

She doesn't care if he likes to drink or not.

Obviously, he has a stubborn temper, and he still talks about her.

The moment she turned around, her wrist was suddenly warmed by the palm of her hand......

Chapter 129 of "The Price of the City's Durian Was Raised by Mo Shao" All he has to do is to lower the fire is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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