Green plums need to be picked on a bamboo horse

"Let me tell you, Han Muyan, we're done, take your things and get out." Yan Chenxing carried a suitcase and threw it towards the handsome man who was still smiling at him outside the door. "Daughter-in-law, don't, oh baby, you really smashed it!" Han Muyan stepped aside, and with a bang, the suitcase smashed into a huge hole where he was standing just now.Yan Chenxing rolled his eyes and slammed the door with his hand, Han Muyan squeezed in with his long hands and feet, and hugged the person who was standing still holding the door to prevent him from entering, with a sinister smile on his face, "Baby, I was wrong, my waist still hurts, I'll rub it for you." "Humph" Yan Chenxing was arrogant, and grabbed the person's ear, "How dare you say it!" Actually, it doesn't hurt at all but it still hurts. Someone with a cramped face who was about to pretend to be in pain begged for mercy: "Baby, I was wrong!" He moved his mouth shamelessly towards the person's face.Content tags: ┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: Yan Chenxing, Han Muyan ┃ Supporting roles: