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Wen Lu's wife

Chapter 6117 Wen Lu's wife (5)

Wen Lu was very hot, so he unbuttoned the top of his shirt by himself.

Tong Yao was just about to get into the driver's seat when a middle-aged man came over and talked to Wen Lu on the co-pilot: "Boss Wen, thank you for your help tonight, Shu is very grateful, and I will thank you in person some other day. It's getting late, Mr. Wen will go back early, good night."

The two big men said "good night", very greasy.

Nursery rhyme didn't want to pay attention, didn't say a word, got into the driving seat, stepped on the accelerator and drove, without giving them a chance to talk.

Wen Lu may or may not have heard the man's words, sitting in the co-pilot uncomfortable, muttering: "Nursery rhymes... drive slowly..."

The road was empty and she was driving fast.

But she also felt uncomfortable.

The man just now called himself "Shu Mou", and he looks a bit like Shu Mo, she is not stupid, so she guessed who it was.

It turned out that Wen Lu came here tonight to help his ex-girlfriend. Shu Mo's father wanted to do business in Ancheng. As long as he had Wen Lu as his backer, what investment would he not get?

Did he feel that he owed Shu Mo, so he was helping Shu Mo's father?
"Yaoyao... Slow down... It's uncomfortable..." Wen Lu softened, pulling on his tie, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But the speed did not decrease.

Tong Yao was still angry after waking up, and seeing Shu Mo's father and daughter just now, now she took all her anger on the co-pilot, a man who was so drunk.

Anyway, he was drunk and didn't know anything.

She would not dare to confront him on weekdays, but today is different, she is very angry today.

The road at the bottom of the mountain is flat and easy to drive, and there is no car passing by. Even if Tong Yao steps on the accelerator and drives forward, there is no need to worry about anything.

The nursery rhyme also opened the windows, and the violent wind poured straight into the car.

Wen Lu couldn't take it anymore, his stomach was overwhelmed, and his face was pale: "My wife... drive slowly... it's uncomfortable..."

Wen Lu's voice has changed, and there is a pitiful light in his red eyes.

Nursery rhyme gritted her teeth, but she was not slow.

Wen Lu was dizzy, his mind was blank, there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, and his hair was blown tousled by the wind.

"Uncomfortable...wife...wife...wife..." Wen Lu turned his head, subdued, unable to take it anymore, and looked at nursery rhyme with those begging eyes.

Under the moonlight, Tong Yao turned her head and glanced at him... continued to accelerate.

When the car was about to drive down the mountain road, Tong Yao slammed on the brakes!
"Soon-"

The car that was running wildly stopped.

Wen Lu went crazy, no matter how he got out of the car, he ran to the side of the road and vomited for a long time.

Tong Yao breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and sat in the driver's seat, motionless, letting the wind blow past her ears, she seemed to hear a song playing late at night in summer.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Lu groped and climbed into the car with a disheveled face: "Water... I want water..."

He couldn't find the mineral water, and looked at the nursery rhyme with misty eyes: "wife...wife..."

Seeing that Tong Yao was indifferent, Wen Lu stretched out his hand to shake her arm, Tong Yao turned her head, thinking that Wen Mo had grown up.

He looked almost like Mo Mo when he was drunk.

Wen Lu's hair was messed up, and his red eyes were covered with mist. Those beautiful eyes just looked at the nursery rhyme, motionless, holding her arm tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

The moonlight shone on his handsome face, making his already fair skin softer.

Tong Yao laughed angrily, he seemed to know that she was his wife?

He called her wife when he was drunk, but he never heard him call his wife when he was sober.

(End of this chapter)

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