Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6791 I tell you not to provoke her! (6)

"Chen Hansheng, don't have a girlfriend if you don't even have a car. It's not a glorious thing for her to accompany you barefoot to wait for the car by the side of the road in the cold winter."

The cold and harsh words reached Chen Hansheng's ears, and his face immediately flushed red, embarrassed, as if he was embarrassed to be taught a lesson for doing something wrong.

It was his fault, it really shouldn't have Janna waiting for the bus with him in such a cold night.

Just as Chen Hansheng was about to apologize, Qiao Muyuan turned his head and looked at Ji Changmu with disdain: "What's your business? It's not up to you, an outsider, to gossip about what I like. I just want to come out tonight , I don’t want to take a car. By the way, what does it matter if Chen Hansheng doesn’t have a car? If he likes it, I can give him one tomorrow.”

Ji Changmu's slightly scarlet eyes stared at Qiao Muyuan.

Chen Hansheng knew he was wrong, pulled away Qiao Muyuan and apologized to Ji Changmu: "Mr. Boris, I'm sorry, you are right, I didn't think carefully."

With that said, Chen Hansheng took off his down jacket and prepared to put it on for Qiao Muyuan.

But before his clothes fell on Qiao Muyuan, the car door suddenly opened, and the man in the driver's seat stepped down with long legs, grabbed Qiao Muyuan's arm and pressed her to the passenger seat.

Close the doors, lock the windows, and start the car, almost in one go.

Chen Han was stunned, holding his down jacket blankly, standing alone in place, watching the Mercedes-Benz in front of him ride away.

It took Qiao Muyuan 2 minutes to regain his composure. He moved too much, his wrists and feet ached from being strangled.

"Ji Changmu, have you been infected with a neuropathy? You let me go down, I don't want you to send...you hurt my hand...you stop!"

She yelled a few times, but the man didn't respond.

She simply kicked the seat and the car door a few times, frustrated, and wanted to grab his steering wheel.

Ji Changmu slammed on the brakes and parked the car on the side of a deserted street, and grabbed her flailing hand: "Qiao Muyuan, do you want to die?"

"Can you stop bullying me..." Qiao Muyuan burst into tears, "You let me go... let go..."

"Your hands are cold." He let go of her, and took a thermos bottle filled with hot water from the car to her, "Hold it."

The man's tough face lines softened a bit in the darkness, and his eyes flickered.

The temperature in the car was very high. He was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and his eyes never left Qiao Muyuan.

He almost threw the thermos into her arms, and took a brick-red blanket from the back row to cover her legs. Seeing that she was wearing thin disposable slippers, he asked in a hoarse voice: " Are your feet cold?"

She thought he was laughing at her, and she didn't take it seriously: "Not so delicate."

"You were very delicate when you were with me." Ji Changmu turned sideways, pulled the petite girl into his arms, hugged her, held down her wobbly feet, and felt that it was cool.

He hugged her and took off the uncomfortable looking disposable slippers for her. He saw red marks on her heels and a few blisters on her big toe, so he rubbed his fingers on her sore spot maliciously Pressed.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly screamed in pain, and stretched out his hand to beat him: "Ji Changmu, what are you doing! You are not human!"

It hurts!
Ji Changmu's car has a small medicine box that is always there. He took out the band-aids and carefully put them on the worn parts of her feet.

(End of this chapter)