Master of flirting

Five years later, at the mo garden.

In September, the morning sun shone on the earth. The soft sunlight made people's hearts warm.

On the steps in front of the mo garden, mo Qingcheng was wearing a white dress with pink lace that reached her knees. Her long, slender legs could no longer be hidden, and her long, soft, and shiny hair was casually scattered over her shoulders.

Her delicate face was round, and her features were impeccable. She was beautiful and eye-catching, especially her large peach-shaped eyes and long eyelashes. She looked like a princess who had walked out of a fairy tale.

"Da da da." Hearing the sound of high heels behind her, mo Qingcheng jumped up, turned around, and rushed forward to hug Shen chengjing.

"Mom, Qingcheng doesn't want to go to school anymore." Mo Qingcheng said in a sweet voice.

Shen chengjing was ready to go to the company, but mo Qingcheng kept pestering her.