"Master." Zhao Jiangning hugged Chen Mo directly.

"It's still outside." Chen Mo pulled Zhao Jiangning's lapel to cover the gap between the guts, and said.

Zhao Jiangning glanced left and right, then directly grabbed Chen Mo's hand and put it on it, shyly said: "It's all my own, it's okay."

"Ahem..." Wu Xiner couldn't help coughing lightly.

Chen Mo was also a little speechless.

She was not this

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