Chapter 1692 (2/2)

”Hello, brother Yaquan.”

Mo'an greeted Ya Quan with a smile.

She ran up and down with brother Yi. She hasn't seen brother Yaquan yet.

”Let's leave them alone. Let's go and go downstairs first.”

Feng Yi looked at the curious mo'an, strangled her neck and dragged her away.

Before yaquandu could say hello to mo'an, she was sent away by Feng Yi, and mo'an's dissatisfied protest could be heard faintly.

”Brother Yi, don't strangle me. I'll strangle your neck.”

Mo'an's head was pinned under Feng Yi's arm, and she walked improperly.

”I've only heard of breaking the neck. I haven't heard that the neck can be small. Let me see how it's small?”

Feng Yi continued to lead mo'an away without any intention of loosening.

”Why don't you take a look? What do you think if you don't let go?”

Moan was so strangled that he couldn't straighten up.

She had been dragged for several steps, and Feng Yi didn't loosen her to see if her neck was strangled.

”I have perspective eyes. You can see it without loosening it.”

Feng Yi held mo'an in his right hand, and patted the head clamped under his arm with his left hand.

Little sample, when I see Yaquan, I cry so sweet and laugh so happily.

When she said good morning to him every day, she didn't see her smile so happy.

”You bully people!”

Moan protested.

”I'll bully you. What can you do?”

Feng Yi's eyebrows are slightly picked, especially proud and arrogant.

Mo'an wanted to stare at him, twisting his head, but he could only stare at his chin.

She's really uncomfortable being dragged away like this.

When she couldn't push him away, she didn't push either. Instead, she held his waist tightly.