C137 Manager Wang

Bai Mo talked like a little old man. Bai Youyou was too lazy to listen to him, so she arranged a place on the picnic cloth to sleep.

Once she laid down, Bai Mo did not dare to say anything. He was afraid of disturbing her rest.

Under the tree, it was cool and the autumn wind fell. A cool breeze blew past, and she covered the thin blanket that Bai Mo brought over and slept well