the front door. Soon, Fu Mo's tall figure appeared in his line of sight."The young master is back." Zhang Bo looked up and saw Fu Mo Han, called out.Old Master Fu looked at Fu Mo'han walking over and...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door opening who had come along with them, was also extremely surprised and couldn't believe her eyes. When she flipped through the magazine, there was no work similar to Zhao Qin's in it at all. How did it sudde...