Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before I got married, I was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, coquettishly leaned closer to Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You said first time I'll think about it, it was at the funeral of the third master Shen. His elders were studying how to take advantage of filial piety to marry you off, but he was in his study with me, tossing and turning.",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, her face cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。