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Fu Zhao feels that if he dies one day, he must be killed by being cold and cute.

He pulled the man into his arms, bowed his head and poked the little red mouth.

After poking, I licked again.

"Tsk, it's a bit fishy."

Leng Ran was dazed by his kissed hair, lowered her head, and said, "I, I think it's delicious" 4

Fu Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Bao'er, you really wanted to beat me by fate."

Fu Zhao raised his hand to pinch Leng Ran's chin, looking at him with gray-green eyes lightly, "Isn't Ran Ran's chin sore?"

Leng Ran nodded, then shook his head again.

"Ran Ran doesn't want me to suffer, and I don't want Ran Ran to suffer." Fu Zhao pinched Leng Ran's soft earlobe, with a smile on his face.

The two of them were lying sideways when Fu Zhao's cell phone rang.

"Yo, Tang Ruanruan."

"Is Leng Ran with you?" Tang Ruan was straight to the point as always. He was the same age as Fu Zhao, and he was considered a childhood sweetheart. Tang Ruan never treated him politely.

"Yes." Fu Zhao smiled frivolously and dissolutely, but in Leng Ran's eyes, it was chic and charming.

"Ran Ran is sitting on my lap."

Tang Ruan: ""

Forget it, it's not that he doesn't know what Fu Zhao is.