บท 492: Get on, I'll carry you

Shen chengjing took small steps and jogged!

"Uncle, uncle." As she ran, she kept looking back and calling out to him.

Looking at her cheerful figure, mo Yanchen chuckled. He walked up to her and said in a low voice,""Slow down, don't fall."

"I won 't," "Yes," she replied. Unfortunately, how could it be so easy to escape from the sand?

With a 'plop', she fell down decisively, and her face was covered in sand.

Mo Yancheng strode forward and carried her in his arms.""Let me see, where did you hurt yourself?"

"Hahaha." She suddenly laughed wildly and pushed him onto the sofa. She pressed his body with both hands, not letting him move.

"You're the one who fell. I'm not a three-year-old child. Uncle, you're too easily fooled." She patted her small hands clean and looked down at the man under her.

Under the starry night sky, she looked at a certain man lying on the sofa. His silent eyes were filled with love! Her face was very red.