Chapter 1788 (1/2)

Zhu Yan moved the table quickly.

There were dishes and glasses.

He Yunting walked over and took out a crystal clear jade bottle.

Gently pull out the wine stopper, a faint fragrance of Osmanthus instantly refreshing.

Murong Shaofeng knew that this was the osmanthus wine brewed by Momo. His heart was so painful that he couldn't extricate himself. Everything about her always appeared without warning, and he could beat his heart bloody every time.

He Yunting poured wine to Murong Shaofeng and said: ”Shaofeng, I know that you are still trapped in the pain of Mo Mo, but the people we left behind still live a life of eating meat and drinking wine every day. Only when we live well can we make those who pay for us feel at ease.”

Little did he know that when he said this, his heart was also very painful.

Who's heart is not made of stone, Mo Mo went that desolate and full of death of the witch clan, their hearts are very painful.

But what about the pain?

There is nothing they can do.

The only thing he can do is to protect Mingyue villa well!

Murong Shaofeng still speechless, holding up the glass and drinking.

For each infatuated man, the face of such a result is undoubtedly the most painful.

Murong Shaofeng also understands that life does not consist in the long days and short nights, but in every day, it shows its brilliance and brilliance. People all know that an interesting life is to live boldly and boldly.

But once they met, he got a different life experience.