Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Is it still okay?" Feng Jin said softly. She also longed to see her daughter happy, but unfortunately...she has been blind for 20 years.

The two of them were talking in a low voice, but when they heard below, Gu Chuyan turned around and was hugged by Xiao Mohan.

"Mom, I love you." Gu Chuyan shouted affectionately to the figure in the attic. Feng Tianjing listened and ran over, shouting: "Mom, I love you too."

Feng Tianjing shouted, turned around with Gu Chuyan on her back, ran lightly on the snow, and said, "Brother-in-law, come after my sister."

"..." Gu Chuyan was being carried on her back and she saw Xiao Mohan stepping forward. The tall figure stood in front of her and stretched out his hand to block her way.

When Feng Tianjing was about to fight back, she saw Xiao Mohan reaching into his clothes and taking out a big red envelope.

"Hmm." Feng Tianjing was surprised and opened her mouth wide. Xiao Mohan took a big red envelope and smacked it into her mouth. He hugged Gu Chuyan and threw her into his arms.

She was thrown into his arms, her hair scattered in the air.

"Hehe." Xiao Yiyan trotted over and took advantage of the excitement to grab Xiao Mohan's pants.

She raised her calves and climbed up Xiao Mohan's legs. His pants were grabbed by her, as if a trouser leg was about to be torn off. Xiao Yichu stared silently.

Xiao Yichu took small steps, stepped forward and stared at Xiao Mohan's legs. He said "Hey" and saw that the color was wrong. He turned to Feng Tianjing and shouted: "Look."

"Haha." Gu Chuyan was hugged by the man. She laughed wildly in his arms, hugged his shoulders and said, "Your daughter has tricked you, Xiao Mohan."

"Yeah." Xiao Yiyan inexplicably felt that everyone was staring at her. Her round face was as red as a little apple, her mouth was pursed tightly, revealing two cute dimples.

She stood up, holding the snowflakes, and stuffed them into Xiao Mohan's pants. The cold snowflakes slowly slid down his legs.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law." Feng Tianjing held a big red envelope. When she saw a large stack of banknotes, she took out all the money and threw it into the air.

The banknotes were thrown into the air, scattered by the wind, and slowly fell to the ground.

"Prodigal bitch." Wenshui felt extremely distressed when he saw this. He ran forward to pick it up, only to find that he was still pinned down on the snow by the little fox, who was not letting him get up as if he was afraid of being robbed.

Wen Shui looked at it fearfully and found that the little fox was staring at him.

"What do you want to do to me?" Wenshui shouted with some fear. The little fox lowered its head and bit him. Wenshui struggled and shouted: "Han, is your tomb-guarding beast crazy?"

With one shout, everyone turned to look.

"Feng Tianjing, do you still want a man? Come and save me." Wenshui said, grabbing the little fox.

The little fox raised its paw, pressed it towards Wenshui's navel, and suddenly jumped up.

"Fuck." Wenshui burst out, tickled by it, laughing so hard that he turned over and fell on the snow, struggling a few times.

In the crowd, Lian Shen Yue stood there, watching everyone fight. Lian Zhai tonight was so lively that it seemed like it was going to overthrow the whole house.

He stared at Yao Rong and stepped towards her.

"Are you Yao Rong?" Lian Chenyue stepped forward, but her hands were folded together, a faint smile appeared on her masculine face, and the gentleman greeted her.

One sentence made him sweat profusely, as if he had been exposed to the sun in summer.

"Yes, I'm Yao Rong." Yao Rong heard someone speaking. When she turned around and saw Lian Chenyue, her beautiful face turned slightly sideways, she looked at him and said, "Are you Lian Chenyue?"

PS: Recommend the author's new book: "Aloof Young Master Huo, I Love You!" Pen Name: Purple Peony Introduction: [She was in the bathtub and got into trouble with him! Being chased and doted on by the domineering him, "Master Huo, you are just a violent lion!" she roared. The man said calmly and arrogantly: "Lion? Be good, it's called a ferocious beast.\