It turns out that the little black button is a small phonograph.
Opening the window, An Luoluo's figure was as light as a cat, running out. It has to be said that even God is helping An Luoluo. No, in the dim night, who has ever seen clearly that nimble and light figure?
At the same time, another small figure sprang out from the other side as if they had a telepathic connection. The big one and the small one looked at each other, smiled slightly, and left calmly and calmly.
A breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers. Situ Ran's blue eyes suddenly darkened in the room, and he kicked the door open. In the empty bathroom, there was only a small phonograph, ding-ding-dong-dong!
His blue eyes looked out into the night, and his sexy thin lips evoked a beautiful and cold smile. Under the moonlight, the silver brilliance draped over that person, making him even more beautiful than a mortal.
The ink color spreads, and the bright light of the bright moon spreads, coating the world with a layer of silver light. As the lanterns first came on, the faint dreamlike silver light suddenly dispersed without a trace.
Under the night, the roses sway in the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is alluring!
The wind is blowing and the fragrance is strong.
In the huge manor, there is nothing else, but there are large tracts of roses. However, the large tracts of roses are not separated, and they are all dependent on each other. Although they are beautiful, they are a bit vulgar. However, they cannot ignore the beauty of the roses.
"Mom, are we here to do hard work?"
Situ Lan looked unhappy. Fortunately, the person was still his aunt, but she actually asked his small body to do such physical work!
"Coolie?"
An Luoluo yawned slightly, turned around, and twitched the corners of his mouth. His son was really well-behaved. Look at the roses, they were cut really well!
"It's not bitter...ah...Mom, you..."
Situ Lan opened his eyes wide with surprise. He looked at the withered rose petals everywhere where his mother passed, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. No wonder he had to see his mother complain, it turned out that her mother was destroying the flowers with her own hands!
"An Luoluo, you evil bastard, you ruined my beautiful roses like this! You, you, get here, don't touch my roses!"
Hearing the distressed and angry shouts of his aunt An Xiaomo, Situ Lan twitched the corners of his mouth and suddenly burst out with a burst of power, trampling all the roses he had just seen!
"Situ Lan, you little ancestor, how can you imitate your mother! Stop, you two stop!"
Seeing that his beloved rose flower was destroyed, An Xiaomo shouted loudly. However, even so, they still did not let the two guys, who were not afraid of anything, stop. An Xiaomo couldn't help but feel upright.
"If you two don't stop, I don't guarantee that Situ Ran will know that you are here!"
The low-alcohol and melodious voice has a sexy magnetism. Just listening to the voice will make people think of a beautiful man in front of their eyes.
The two of them, who were having so much fun, suddenly stopped. It wasn't because the other person was a handsome man, they were very rude, but because of the three words in the other person's words.
Situ Ran!
"Suzaku protector, Xuantian Ling!"
An Luoluo raised his eyebrows, looked at it carefully, and looked at An Xiaomo again. There was a slight thought in his eyes as bright as stars, thinking about whether to use a fire to burn the whole rose.
Tweed?
"Well, he promises not to tell Situ Ran that he saw you!"
