What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

Chapter 17 Little Aunt

Jiang Li gasped in pain, and Shang Lu sneered, "If you click on the wrong place, wipe it off quickly, don't try to renege."

Unfortunately, Jiang Li didn't bring makeup remover, nor did he have any wet wipes.

There is only one paper towel left in the only pack, the top edge of which was used to wipe the lipstick when I got in the car just now.

But even if there is, if the rough texture of the paper towel falls on the young master Jingui's skin, it might make him blow up again.

Jiang Li pressed the side of his neck with one hand, while gently rubbing his thumb on the place where the lipstick was stained on the side of his cheek.

As expected of the young master who is used to being pampered, his skin is fair and delicate, and his pores cannot be seen even if he gets close.

Although his temper was a bit stinky, even if he looked at the entire entertainment circle, this face was unmistakable. It was no wonder that he was able to get out of the circle with his good looks as a racing driver.

Because of Jiang Li's approach, the warm breath fell on the side of his neck unconsciously, and the long and thick hair fell on his shoulders because of her lowering her head, and from time to time, the ends of the hair brushed his cheek lightly, bringing It has the same fresh and not strong orange fragrance as his body, mixed with some light fragrance of ebony.

It should be the hand cream she bought recently, and he has borrowed it and used it a few times. The aftertaste is very warm, but not too sweet.

Faint, gentle and distant, just like her.

Shang Lu raised his eyes and took a look through the rearview mirror, then smiled and raised a hand to pat Jiang Li's face, pushed her back to the seat, and motioned her to look at the traffic policeman standing guard at the intersection, "Don't worry yet , Wipe it when it arrives later, or the 50 yuan will be gone later.”

"No, it's finished." Jiang Li withdrew his hand, and hit him on the wrist angrily, knocking his hand off, "If you didn't wear your seat belt, your 50 yuan is gone."

She was absolutely right.

Shanglu looked at the traffic policemen who were coming towards them, and reluctantly parked the car aside, obediently received the ticket and paid the fine, and when he turned around, he saw Maodou grinning happily and rubbing against his leather jacket.

"You dog, don't mind?" He raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Li playfully, and motioned her to look at the saliva marks on his jacket.

The latter lowered his head and pressed something on his mobile phone. Shang Lu looked down, and a notification popped up on the screen of the mobile phone, "2 yuan has been credited to such and such treasure". The transferer was Jiang Li, and he noted the laundry fee.

Shang Lu laughed angrily, and while gnashing his teeth and pressed Maodou's dog's head, he said to Jiang Li casually, "I can't see that you, the president, are not only law-abiding, but also generous."

I would rather transfer money to him than train the dog.

Gee.

Ten minutes later, Cayenne drove into the garage of the old house.

Facing the rearview mirror, Shang Lu was very satisfied with the red mark on the side of his neck. When he returned the lipstick to Jiang Li, he added, "This color is pretty."

Jiang Li ignored him. She hadn't noticed that Shanglu talked so much before. She took Maodou out of the car, then took the cheese sauce out of the cat bag and stuffed it into Shanglu's hands.

She was expressionless throughout the whole process, which made Shang Lu quite upset.

With one hand free, he raised his hand and flicked her brains, "Don't make a face like I owe you money. In front of the old man, it's still the same. Be cooperative, don't pretend, what will you do next?" I don't care if I look for your little white moonlight puppy."

Whatever is impossible.

It is impossible in this life.

"Okay." Jiang Li gave him a blank look, closed the car door with a "bang", then took his hand with a look of disgust, and interlocked his fingers.

His palm is big, wide and hot, his fingers are slender and well-defined, and there are thin calluses on his fingertips from years of driving practice. He rubbed the back of Jiang Li's hand vaguely, wrapping her hand Be strict.

A man and a woman, one is holding a cat, the other is leading a dog; one is wearing black Martin boots, the other is wearing red high heels; But they are brought together by the soft afterglow of the summer sunset, no matter how you look at it, they match well.

Old Master Shang smiled like a flower, and cheerfully greeted Shang Lu to sit with him. Only then did Jiang Li notice that there was a quiet young girl who looked very young and energetic sitting on the sofa inside.

The girl seemed to be in a bad mood, as if she was angry, her cheeks were slightly puffed up like a bunny, her hands were pressed against the hem of her skirt, and she was flicking the orange persimmon cream glue on the phone case boredly.

Mr. Shang is old and his feet are not easy to walk, so he has been sitting in a wheelchair.

He poked Maodou who was squatting on the edge of the sofa, then pointed to the girl and introduced to the two of them: "A Li, Xiao Lu, this is your little aunt."

"Oh."

Shang Lu was indifferent, glanced at her casually, and then sat on the single sofa beside him with cheese sauce in his arms, with one leg folded on the other, looking like an old man.

Jiang Li nodded slightly. She had never seen the so-called uncle Shang Lu talked about, and she had never seen him show up when she got married. She heard that she had been living abroad. executive CEO.

The girl who can marry him will naturally have an unusual status and family background.

She politely called "little aunt".

The girl just nodded, and Jiang Li sat next to Shang Lu, who took advantage of the situation and opened an arm, wrapping her around her waist and letting her get close to him.

The fresh orange fragrance approached suddenly, and Jiang couldn't leave any traces and pinched his waist, reminding him not to go too far.

Shanglu smiled playfully, held her waist with his big hand, and slowly smoothed the cheese sauce along the hair on his back with one hand, lowered his head close to her ear, and whispered: "Cooperate, the old man is still watching. Now , it seems that we may have to stay tonight."

Mr. Shang saw the interaction between the young couple, and the more he watched, the more he was satisfied, "Ah Yan accompanied your grandma to the hospital, and he will be back soon. Xiaojiu will stay here tonight, Ah You and Xiao Lu will also stay here tonight. When Ah Yan comes back, you guys go out to have fun, you young people, you still need to move around more. "

Shang Lu raised his eyebrows, with a proud expression of "Look, I'm not wrong", and then casually bought two glasses of water, one for Jiang Li and one for himself, "That's not going to work, Jiang Li is still at work tomorrow morning Woolen cloth."

"Stinky boy! This can't be done, that can't be done. I go out to fool around all day long, and I ask you to bring your daughter-in-law back for a meal, but I always push back." Mr. Shang was so angry that he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair, as if it was on Shang Lu's face. The same as before, "I'll do as long as I say, stay for me tonight, A Li goes to work tomorrow morning, and your kid will go see her off, don't stay in bed."

"Don't be angry with Grandpa." Jiang Li said at the right time to smooth things over, "Xiao Lu is also worried about me, why don't Xiao Lu and I take my aunt out for dinner first, and let him come with me when my uncle comes back?"

(End of this chapter)