I'm only eighteen

Mo Yancheng, who was sitting at the side, could no longer remain calm. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Yuncheng deeply. He did not know how he could say such a lie.

"Do you want me to get the evidence of you having a room with a woman in the past?" Jiang Yuanyuan started to argue with him.

"I'm just thinking about your sexual happiness. Only by having good skills and a good life can your needs be met in the future! I'm doing this for you. " Zhou Yuncheng thickened his skin.

Jiang Yuanyuan kicked him, and the two of them fell onto the sofa and twisted into a ball.

"Uncle, I'm going to the washroom." Seeing this, Shen chengjing quickly left.

"Yes." Mo Yancheng was about to leave when he saw that she was going to the washroom. He could only sit at the side.

At this moment, a well-dressed woman was staring at mo Yanchen. Under the dim light, his handsome face and elegant aura made him a rare gem at this occasion.