The lowly heart storage container

"Are you surprised to see me in one piece?"

Ruan Mengmeng sat on the deck chair, her almond-shaped eyes raised slightly as she smiled at the drenched woman standing in front of the door.

Zhou Jiaojiao: " you ... How could you ... How could you ... How could you ... How could you ... How could you ... How could you ...

"What do you know, huh?" Ruan Mengmeng adjusted her sitting position and turned her body slightly to the side. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at her calmly.

"Yingluo, why are you living such a comfortable life? why didn't young master mo lock you up?" Zhou Jiaojiao was indignant. She was deeply indignant.

There must be a mistake, there must be.

"Of course it's because he doesn't want to lock me up. Don't you already know who we are? he and I are blood-related, so he can't bear to treat me badly."

Ruan Mengmeng's beautiful almond-shaped eyes glowed with a charming luster under the sun.