"You can tell if you really listen to it?"

"Okay, okay, I just like to listen to this..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoya: It turned out that Zhang Zhiyuan’s real intention of bringing Yuan Mo here was this. Thinking of it, he turned to look at Yuan Mo and looked at his mouth slightly pursed. He obviously felt very bad.

Jiang Xiaoya lowered her eyes and was ineffective. If this matter really spread, Yuan Mo would be unable to tolerate her, the culprit, in anger and shame.

In this way, this matter must be kept under control.

Thinking of it, he pulled Yuan Mo back to his original place and sat down.

Yuan Mo didn't know what Jiang Xiaoya was going to do, but he didn't ask, sat quietly and waited.

A while...

Squeak, squeak...

Yuan Mo heard the sound of the bed shaking slightly.

"Ah...ah..."

The sound came into my ears, Yuan Mo's body suddenly tensed and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

He shouted with his nose pinched, Jiang Xiaoya walked down, walked to Yuan Mo, approached, and whispered, "Young Master, do you want to make some noise too?"

Yuan Mo pursed his lips, and didn't even look at her, as if she farted.
Chapter completed!