Song Danfu looked at Xiao Anqi with a face of hating iron and not turning into steel. What she didn’t like most was the girl, who was used to seeing handsome guys and asking people to marry them when she grew up.
Turned to look at the side of Gu Qing’s humble opinion. He still kept a little smile. Song Danfu put out his hand in his heart and twisted a handful of Gu Qing’s shallow eating pain. He looked at his wife’s purple eyes with a warm feeling. I grabbed my wife’s shoulder and asked "What’s…