C897 Moqi's fist

At this time, Xiao Qingqian and Xiao Qingqian were deep in bed, and in the front hall, Die'er and Chen Cheng were still bitterly guarding the year.

Dia's eyelids were heavy with sleep, like a chick pecking at rice.

Chen Cheng really pitied his own woman, as he placed Die'er's head on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

Die'er squinted her eyes and answered with a "En". Not long after