C1862

"Song Xiaoyu, you ?" When Fu Weichen saw the person at the door, he couldn't help but support his forehead with his hand. "You're so abnormal, I thought you were drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Song Xiaoyu wrinkled his nose, then walked in front of him, "Let me accompany you to wash, okay?"

Fu Weichen pursed her lips, looked at him for a long time, and didn't know what to say.

"Song Xiaoyu