Chapter 901
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Jiang Xibao holding Liang ran around in the living room in a panic, his legs occasionally knock to the pile of debris.
"Put me down!"
Ugly is not enough to describe the expression on Liang's face at this time.
"Put Where to put it? "
Jiang Xibao also wants to find a place to put it, but the living room is too messy!!
Amazing chaos!!!
"Sofa!!"
These words, Liang Yuran has said almost gnash his teeth.
“……”
Jiang Xibao looked at the living room blankly.
Sofa Where?
Liang ran thin lips tight into a line, with a finger in the living room in a certain direction.
"It turned out to be a sofa?"
Jiang Xibao suddenly widened his eyes and looked surprised.
What a nuisance. How did he do it?
She thought it was a garbage mountain!!!!
“……”
Liang Yuran now only feels that his temple is buzzing, and he doesn't want to discuss his sofa with this dwarf wax gourd.
Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully put Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa.
There was only a clatter in my ear
“……”
“……”
Jiang Xibao watched Liang Yuran slide on the floor with the pile of rubbish on the sofa!
A thump.
Liang had no expression and began to abandon himself completely.
He did not speak, and Jiang Xibao did not dare to speak.
Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles and strong wine bottles all over the floor
And the garbage
After thinking about it, Jiang Xibao turns around and walks back to the kitchen, looking for the wipes from the shopping bag.
When he came back to Liang Yuran, although he hesitated, he squatted down.
Take out the tissue and slowly wipe the white sticky yogurt on his face.
"I didn't mean to."
She just had a blank brain, so she forgot to control her power.
“……”
Liang Yuran didn't say a word.
"Don't be angry."
After the wipes are thoroughly cleaned, Jiang Xibao folds the used wipes and carefully throws them into the garbage can
Should
Is it a trash can?
"That's a fish tank!"
Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke.
“……”
Ah?
Why is the fish tank beside the sofa?
Jiang Xibao felt that he really could not understand the life of the rich.
Just looking down at the man, long hands and feet, sitting on the floor with no color.
There was a lonely look in his cold face
Yesterday was his mother's death day.
Half ring
Jiang Xibao put his hand over Liang Yuran's head.
Learning to comfort his mother as a child, gently rubbing his hair.
"Don't be sad."
Jiang Xibao tilted his head to open his mouth with a warm smile on his fat white face.
"I'll make you something delicious."
………………
The curtains are still closed.
Hundreds of turbines in the room airtight, Liang ran long hands and feet sitting on the ground.
There was a strong aroma coming from the kitchen.
Jiang Xibao is very quick to cut preserved eggs on the chopping board, and the rice porridge is already rolling in the pot.
Lean meat leaps with it.
I wanted to subconsciously put the food I just bought into the refrigerator, but when I think of the things in the refrigerator
Jiang Xibao shivered in an instant.
Better not.
"Do you have anything to avoid?"
Jiang Xibao poked his head out of the kitchen and carefully asked Liang Yuran, who was still sitting in the same place.
“……”
It took a long time for cold words to come out of his mouth.
"Good."
Jiang Xibao shrunk his head back with a smile.
Go back to the pot and sprinkle the preserved eggs. The fragrance diffuses in the air.
Although it was very rude at first.
But
Mr. Liang looks like a good boy!
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Jiang Xibao holding Liang ran around in the living room in a panic, his legs occasionally knock to the pile of debris.
"Put me down!"
Ugly is not enough to describe the expression on Liang's face at this time.
"Put Where to put it? "
Jiang Xibao also wants to find a place to put it, but the living room is too messy!!
Amazing chaos!!!
"Sofa!!"
These words, Liang Yuran has said almost gnash his teeth.
“……”
Jiang Xibao looked at the living room blankly.
Sofa Where?
Liang ran thin lips tight into a line, with a finger in the living room in a certain direction.
"It turned out to be a sofa?"
Jiang Xibao suddenly widened his eyes and looked surprised.
What a nuisance. How did he do it?
She thought it was a garbage mountain!!!!
“……”
Liang Yuran now only feels that his temple is buzzing, and he doesn't want to discuss his sofa with this dwarf wax gourd.
Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully put Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa.
There was only a clatter in my ear
“……”
“……”
Jiang Xibao watched Liang Yuran slide on the floor with the pile of rubbish on the sofa!
A thump.
Liang had no expression and began to abandon himself completely.
He did not speak, and Jiang Xibao did not dare to speak.
Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles and strong wine bottles all over the floor
And the garbage
After thinking about it, Jiang Xibao turns around and walks back to the kitchen, looking for the wipes from the shopping bag.
When he came back to Liang Yuran, although he hesitated, he squatted down.
Take out the tissue and slowly wipe the white sticky yogurt on his face.
"I didn't mean to."
She just had a blank brain, so she forgot to control her power.
“……”
Liang Yuran didn't say a word.
"Don't be angry."
After the wipes are thoroughly cleaned, Jiang Xibao folds the used wipes and carefully throws them into the garbage can
Should
Is it a trash can?
"That's a fish tank!"
Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke.
“……”
Ah?
Why is the fish tank beside the sofa?
Jiang Xibao felt that he really could not understand the life of the rich.
Just looking down at the man, long hands and feet, sitting on the floor with no color.
There was a lonely look in his cold face
Yesterday was his mother's death day.
Half ring
Jiang Xibao put his hand over Liang Yuran's head.
Learning to comfort his mother as a child, gently rubbing his hair.
"Don't be sad."
Jiang Xibao tilted his head to open his mouth with a warm smile on his fat white face.
"I'll make you something delicious."
………………
The curtains are still closed.
Hundreds of turbines in the room airtight, Liang ran long hands and feet sitting on the ground.
There was a strong aroma coming from the kitchen.
Jiang Xibao is very quick to cut preserved eggs on the chopping board, and the rice porridge is already rolling in the pot.
Lean meat leaps with it.
I wanted to subconsciously put the food I just bought into the refrigerator, but when I think of the things in the refrigerator
Jiang Xibao shivered in an instant.
Better not.
"Do you have anything to avoid?"
Jiang Xibao poked his head out of the kitchen and carefully asked Liang Yuran, who was still sitting in the same place.
“……”
It took a long time for cold words to come out of his mouth.
"Good."
Jiang Xibao shrunk his head back with a smile.
Go back to the pot and sprinkle the preserved eggs. The fragrance diffuses in the air.
Although it was very rude at first.
But
Mr. Liang looks like a good boy!
Jiang Xibao holding Liang ran around in the living room in a panic, his legs occasionally knock to the pile of debris. "Put me down!" Ugly is not enough to describe the expression on Liang's face at this time. "Put Where to put it? " Jiang Xibao also wants to find a place to put it, but the living room is too messy!! Amazing chaos!!! "Sofa!!" These words, Liang Yuran has said almost gnash his teeth. Jiang Xibao looked at the living room blankly. Sofa Where? Liang ran thin lips tight into a line, with a finger in the living room in a certain direction. "It turned out to be a sofa?" Jiang Xibao suddenly widened his eyes and looked surprised. What a nuisance. How did he do it? She thought it was a garbage mountain!!!! Liang Yuran now only feels that his temple is buzzing, and he doesn't want to discuss his sofa with this dwarf wax gourd. Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully put Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa. There was only a clatter in my ear Jiang Xibao watched Liang Yuran slide on the floor with the pile of rubbish on the sofa! A thump. Liang had no expression and began to abandon himself completely. He did not speak, and Jiang Xibao did not dare to speak. Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles and strong wine bottles all over the floor And the garbage After thinking about it, Jiang Xibao turns around and walks back to the kitchen, looking for the wipes from the shopping bag. When he came back to Liang Yuran, although he hesitated, he squatted down. Take out the tissue and slowly wipe the white sticky yogurt on his face. "I didn't mean to." She just had a blank brain, so she forgot to control her power. Liang Yuran didn't say a word. "Don't be angry." After the wipes are thoroughly cleaned, Jiang Xibao folds the used wipes and carefully throws them into the garbage can Should Is it a trash can? "That's a fish tank!" Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke. Ah? Why is the fish tank beside the sofa? Jiang Xibao felt that he really could not understand the life of the rich. Just looking down at the man, long hands and feet, sitting on the floor with no color. There was a lonely look in his cold face Yesterday was his mother's death day. Half ring Jiang Xibao put his hand over Liang Yuran's head. Learning to comfort his mother as a child, gently rubbing his hair. "Don't be sad." Jiang Xibao tilted his head to open his mouth with a warm smile on his fat white face. "I'll make you something delicious." The curtains are still closed. Hundreds of turbines in the room airtight, Liang ran long hands and feet sitting on the ground. There was a strong aroma coming from the kitchen. Jiang Xibao is very quick to cut preserved eggs on the chopping board, and the rice porridge is already rolling in the pot. Lean meat leaps with it. I wanted to subconsciously put the food I just bought into the refrigerator, but when I think of the things in the refrigerator Jiang Xibao shivered in an instant. Better not. "Do you have anything to avoid?" Jiang Xibao poked his head out of the kitchen and carefully asked Liang Yuran, who was still sitting in the same place. It took a long time for cold words to come out of his mouth. "Good." Jiang Xibao shrunk his head back with a smile. Go back to the pot and sprinkle the preserved eggs. The fragrance diffuses in the air. Although it was very rude at first. But Mr. Liang looks like a good boy!
