Mistress, I Was Wrong

Xiao Mao looked back at the brothers and grinned. "Well, don't forget, let's pull the hook."

Oriental Minghui quickly left, and looked back at the small yard before going. She smiled and shook her head.

Being called a young girl by a group of small peas, how is this sour feeling?

"All right?"

"Yes, seven sisters, let's go."

Qian Yuyu took her hand and gently pulled out the things in her arms. "What is this?"

Oriental Minghui opened it and saw that there were a lot of 36 plum blossoms. "Strange, I didn't put it on the table?"

Qian Yuyu couldn't help but smile when she looked at her confused face. "I don't want to steal a strange hand."

Oriental Minghui thought carefully, when she came out, things must not be there. It seems that there is only one person who can touch her on this road--Xiao Mao.

"Oh, heaven."

She actually lost to a small doll.

Qian Yuyu saw her look down in a day, and couldn't help but comfort her voice. "You will have such a skill in the future. Since this thing is given to you by the other party, you will take it well." Div>