บท 175: The old man is angry

In the grass, Shen chengjing lay there, unable to get up.

"Cheng." Mo Yancheng rushed forward when he saw her fair foot. His deep voice trembled with anxiety and fear.

It was not easy for her to walk into his life and enter his heart. If she also ...

Shen chengjing could hear her voice and could not move.

He held her tightly in his arms, so tight that even her breathing was weak. His broad palms pressed on her back, tightly, tightly.

"Uncle," She let out a muffled groan. She was about to die from being pressed down by him.

A word 'uncle' was worth more than a thousand words! How much longer was it than love?

She stretched out her hand and poked him gently. Mo Yancheng was not afraid of being touched! After a long time, he pushed her away, picked her up, and slapped her ***.

"Who allowed you to enter the mountain?"

"Pa!"

"Do you know how dangerous it was? What if you're ..."

"Pa!"