Bo Zhicheng, I only have you in my life

Bo Zhicheng's brows furrowed slightly. He tilted his head slightly to look at Shi qinglan, and there was a slightly displeased look on his face.

Just when an mu thought that he was going to teach her a lesson, she saw the man holding the girl's hand and gently rubbing her palm with his fingertips. how can you hit someone yourself? does it hurt? "

Shi qinglan looked at the man with a sweet smile.

A sly look flashed in her eyes as she looked up and said, " it hurts so much. I need ah Cheng to blow on it.

Her words gave her goosebumps.

She secretly gasped in her heart, but when she saw an mu's pale face from the corner of her eye, she felt much better.

"Alright," he said. Bo Yucheng could naturally tell that the girl was doing it on purpose.

He chuckled helplessly but indulgently, but he still cooperated with her performance, lowering his head to blow on her palm ...

"You ... You guys!" An mu was really angry.