Throw away the food I made for ah-Cheng

Shi qinglan stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

Her delicate eyes were full of tears. no, it's just that my feet hurt when I walk. It hurts so much ...

"Your feet hurt?" Bo Zhicheng furrowed his eyebrows tightly.

He immediately bent down and picked the girl up. With his arms around her waist and legs, he strode to the sofa and carefully put her down. which leg hurts? "

"Both of them hurt." Shi qinglan's Red lips pouted.

Bo Yucheng then half-knelt beside the girl, his large palm gently holding her ankle, and personally helped her take off her shoes.

Shi qinglan looked up at su zijing with a sweet smile.

His eyes were glistening with light, as if he was challenging and declaring war, and his brows were full of pride.

"You ..." Su zijing glared at her, a little annoyed.