When she smelled the smell, Song Nanqiao knew that this was my father’s collection for many years and he would never be willing to take it out.

"Coffee bar."

Sure enough, the capitalist belly still prefers the taste of coffee.

But the opposite of him is that Song Nanqiao likes tea.

And I especially prefer black tea, and I only feel that this sweetness will make my mood better, and this clear color will make her very happy.

"Since my aunt is not here, I'm here tonight."

The feeling of quietness would make him feel uncomfortable all over his body. Tang Jingze calmed down and stood up.

He wanted to leave in just a few minutes.

Song Nanqiao had no intention of trying to keep him.

"Okay, I'll call you for dinner."

"Um."

Send him out.

The car roared past and left the villa door, and saw Zhang Meiling walking in with a distraught look on her face.

"What's wrong? Mom?"

Song Nanqiao frowned. It was his birthday, so he should be happy.

"Who did you meet? You are in such a bad mood? Why is your face a little bad?"

Zhang Meiling looked up at Song Nanqiao, with a tiny wave in her eyes, "Tell me, is it because Tang Jingze always doesn't go home? Especially recently, it's even more serious? She almost never returns at night?"

My heart skipped a beat.

The smile on her face gradually solidified.

"Mom, what did you say?"

"When do you want to lie to me?"
Chapter completed!