The pitiful mo Qiu

The two of them sat on the sofa and were about to fall asleep. At dusk, mo Qiu finally came out. He fell to the ground, paralyzed. He leaned against the wall and panted.

"I'm so tired, this old thing! Damn it, I really want to stab him. " Mo Qiu said.

Shen chengjing walked up to him, trying to help him up, but he waved her off.

"Sister-in-law, I'm so tired. Do you have anything to drink?" Mo Qiu said, not even having the strength to stand up.

When Liu Sijie heard this, she quickly ran forward and looked at the refrigerator in the kitchen. There were very few drinks, but there was milk. She took a glass and went forward.

"Why don't you make do with this?"

Mo Qiu looked at him with disdain."I'm a grown man. Why would I drink milk?"

She said no, but her hands were still honest.

He reached out to take the drink and took a sip. Liu Sijie smiled as he looked at it, but mo Qiu saw it.

"What are you laughing at? You're the one who handed it over. " Mo Qiu said.