The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo Yan heard this, deep Phoenix eyes, across a faint light.

Teenagers?

Do you feel predestined at first sight?

ha-ha.

It sounds like his little Momo fell in love with that golden pupil at first sight.

It's really - it's not good enough!

For the first time, dozens of jars of old vinegar were overturned. There was a sour smell in the air, which could not be covered.

"Yes."

Not cold not light voice, with a cold, nine acid.

"Yes, yes." Ziqianmo obviously didn't receive Mo Dayan's complaint radio wave, and urgently wanted to introduce Jintong boy to Mo Dayan, "I think he is very kind, especially kind."

Mo Yan a handsome face, sink down.

That's all.

How kind is that?!

The alert level in my heart soared from two stars to ten full stars.

"It's like --" ziqianmo thought hard for a while, and finally his eyes lit up, "just like my son!"

At this moment, Mo Yan's face became black at the bottom of the pot.

Son?

Son???

She hasn't gone through this trap yet!!!

In the past, he was raised as a son and claimed to be a bully in front of him. Yes, he spent a lot of effort to reverse her wrong idea.

He thought it was safe, and finally he was able to change his relationship with her from bully and ER Pao to a normal one.

Who ever thought, she unexpectedly took advantage of him not to pay attention, turn a head to look for a new son again?!

Mo Yan was angry.

It's going to explode in place.

But no matter how angry you are, you can't show it in front of your sweetheart. If you lose self-restraint, you will scare her away. the loss outweighs the gain.

This fire can only be mixed with the sour taste of jealousy, holding together and fermenting repeatedly in the heart.

"How old is he? Can you be your son? "

Although I have tried to suppress it, the tone is a little out of control.

Ziqianmo was a dull man. He didn't feel it. He replied, "I'm twelve or thirteen years old."

The face of Mo, vinegar and Yan was even worse.

Good.

Twelve or thirteen years old.

Young people of this age are most likely to fall in love.

He could almost imagine that his little Momo, like a fairy from the sky, would leave an indelible impression on the young man after he rescued him from the abyss of trouble!

"You are only fifteen, two or three years older than him."

"Sixteen..."

"There are a few days to sixteen." Mo · vinegar God · Yan mercilessly debunked her, "you are still 15, no argument."

Ziqianmo

All right.

How do you feel that Mo Dayan is strange? It's like eating a powder can.

As soon as you speak, you blow fire out.

I can't get into trouble.

"In a word, it's good to be anything, but not a son!" Mo, vinegar and Yan are almost gnashing their teeth.

Isn't he upgraded from "smash"?

What if that little golden eyed bunny, with the same deep heart as him, set his little Momo step by step, and put him in the pit?

Oh, No.

How can he think of himself like this? He's not a pit. He's the happiest destination of little Momo.

"Well." The forehead of the purple field, across a drop of cold sweat.

Today's Mo Dayan is really hard to cope with.

She tried to think about it and said, "don't be a son, can you be a son?"

Mo Yan:! "

What's the difference.