Kiss, hug, huhu

When their eyes met, ruan Mengmeng thought she had seen wrong.

She seemed to have seen a strange emotion flash across her tyrant's deep and cold eyes.

"Li junyu, what's wrong, Yingluo? you look so tired. Did you tire yourself out at your grandfather's place, hmm?"

Ruan Mengmeng's two long, adorable legs were crossed, and she wrapped them around li junyu's waist.

The man's large hands held her under her little butt and held her firmly in his arms.

She touched the man's face boldly with her fair and tender little hand. Then, she pouted her small mouth and gently exhaled.

"I'm not tired. Yingluo will blow on you."

This morning, when she found out that her three-year-old Li had been framed as a scapegoat, she had wanted to blow on him.

But now, when she saw the man's frowning brows, which were cold and tired, she turned her thoughts into reality.

The tender lips that belonged to a young girl pouted lightly and moved close to his ear.