C825 I Want to be the King of Soft Rice

"This injury of yours is a blessing in disguise. This nose is almost as good as a police dog. "

Beiming Mo said as he placed the bouquet of roses on her bedside table.

Gu Huan rolled her eyes at him. "Are you praising me or scolding me? It looks like you're in a good mood today." Did I go to the bar with Bai and the others again? "

"Mrs. Beiming, please take note of your wording