After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
☆★☆★☆ For the remaining content, please go to Zongheng Novel and continue searching for "Zongheng Novel" on Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Imagination, City with a Sword in the Snow, Potato Qingluan's Hot Blood, Shuangwen Yuanzun adds some spice to life.
.Or visit m.zongheng directly. ☆★☆★☆G City, Mujia.
After dinner, Mu Siye went back to the study to deal with work. When it was almost ten o'clock, he went downstairs and saw Wen Qianqian sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Siye walked towards her quickly.
As soon as she saw her husband, Wen Qianqian pursed her lips in embarrassment and stretched out her hand towards him.
Mu Siye came over and hugged her directly.
His big hand stroked her hair, "What's wrong? You're still up so late?"
Wen Qianqian buried her face in his hot chest and rubbed it back and forth, but she did not speak.
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have neglected you." Mu Siye said warmly, there were too many things going on recently, and he couldn't care about Wen Qianqian for the moment.
He stayed up late working many times. Every time he returned to the room, Wen Qianqian always frowned.
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