Don't worry, little fool

Here, in interrogation Room No. 1.

Ruan Mengmeng was just as her name suggested. She was so soft in li junyu's arms, and he was kissing her gently.

She missed her tyrant too. Zhan Jia 'er had tried to scam her for no reason. Although she knew that li junyu would never do such a thing, she was still worried.

Her two small hands gently tightened and hugged the man's thin waist.

"Don't yell at my Yueyue again. I'll forgive you first." When the woman spoke, her sparkling and slightly red and swollen lips were pouted.

Li junyu's eyes darkened as he watched. He said in a low voice, "Alright," he said.

Ruan Mengmeng took the opportunity to rub against his hard chest muscles. "Then tell me first, what's going on between you and that woman next door? She was pretending to be me, why did she suddenly change back to Zhan Jia 'er to blackmail you? Could it be that Yingluo found out that you guys were teasing her?"