Lin Jinran nestled in Fu Mochen's arms, eating the peeled grapes he handed her and asked, "Will they really meet",Leng Jue got out of the car and came to the inn that Fu Mo Han had prepared for him. He walked in with his bag.,In a villa, Gu Meng and Zhan Gu were sitting on the balcony chatting, reminiscing about their past twenty or thirty years. Little Niannian had already fallen asleep in bed.。