C800 Screw Him!

Qiao Xin'ang did not force it anymore. She pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

Mu Zhengyan looked at Qiao Xin'ang's calm expression and his eyes dimmed a little. He also gracefully sat down opposite her.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Qiao Xin'ang rubbed her neck and curled her lips, saying, "Not bad. You want to carry me to the bed?"

Mu Zhengyan's finger