Chapter 142 Want me to tell you I love you, yeah?

Her voice before sleeping was soft and as if a small hand brushing in the heart of Joseph Huo. The grandeur of New York's streets was suddenly out of sight. Thinking of just getting off the plane and seeing the WeChat from May Song, Joseph Huo's heart suddenly felt a little soft. He took off the cigarette only in his thin lip and put it out in the ashtray. The low voice reached the ear of MAy Song, "do you miss me?" As if the electric current flowed through her body, May Song's body trembled slightly....