n Jinran ignored Er Fu Mo Han, reaching out to open the car door. She would rather jump out of the car than stay in the same space with Fu Mo Han!"Lin Jinran, you're crazy!" Fu Mo寒 roared angrily. See...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door opening Jinran doesn't care how well the chef cooks, she is not picky.The key is Fu Mo'han, he has a picky appetite and basically won't eat if it doesn't suit him.In the evening, Lin Jinran waited for Fu Mo...