An Xuetang Mo Yunjin

Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,Even if she now insisted they put Pingping and An'an in their cribs, the moment she turned her back, the two would undoubtedly pick them up again.,In two days' time, it will be the wedding day of Yunliu and Ninger. She has indeed done a lot of preparations in these six months, including brewing wine.。