Our son

Jiang Yu tutted softly.

my mother once promised me that she wouldn't let anyone else step into this room except for my future wife. His slender fingers rolled up a lock of her long hair, and his eyes deepened. even the servants of the old house are not allowed to step in. Every year, my mother comes in to clean it herself.

Jing Tong felt a little guilty. so what if it's Yingluo? you didn't mention it before!  

Jiang Yu continued to play with her hair, and there was a more relaxed smile in his eyes. "It's obvious that you're very interested in my childhood."

I, Yingluo, I was just laughing at you, Yingluo. Jing Tong's eyes wavered a little, and she was already secretly regretting it in her heart-she shouldn't have let mother Jiang leave just now!

The man simply took another step forward, and Jing Tong was so scared that she stepped back. This time, she retreated into the corner formed by the wardrobe and the corner of the wall.