Chapter one hundred and forty-five is not Aria

Grayson reached out his hand bit by bit, took Zoe's arm and took it into his arms. The voice is low, sexy and hoarse. "Aria, it's really you, Aria, you're back, Aria..." It seems that the long-standing thoughts of Aria are all distributed at this moment. Zoe stretched out his hand and embraced Grayson's waist with a charming voice. "Grayson, it's me. Your Aria is back. Your Aria has never left you. How can your Aria be willing to leave you if he loves you so much? Grayson, hug me." Such a gentle and watery Aria has never been seen in Grayson's memory. Grayson had a second of doubt. Is this person in his eyes really Aria? Grayson opened his eyes again, his sight was a little vague, but there was no doubt that this person in Amic was really Aria! Grayson was very delighted, and his handsome face was full of beautiful smiles. He picked up Zoe in the middle and walked to the room. Zoe stretched out his hand and took two photos. I don't know where to bubble out a few people with