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They all said there was something to do, and they still 'get out of the car and wait for me'.

Are you so domineering?

Shen Jing also gave Zhou Lushen another address: "7 o'clock, I'm going to see my grandma, I don't have time yet"

It was the address where my grandmother lived.

There is no reply.

Shen Jing turned off her phone, and half an hour later, she asked the driver to stop at the intersection ahead, walked back to the alley with a small umbrella, closed the umbrella, entered the door, and went upstairs.

Pushing open the door, the teacups, bowls and chopsticks on the table are still neatly arranged, and they are cleaned up every day. Uncle, who lives next door, often comes to take care of grandma.

Shen Jing leaned against the door for a while and turned off the lights.

Grandma's voice came from the room, "Daughter is back, have you finished your meal?"

Shen Jing had no choice but to turn on the light again, and replied, "I've eaten."

After a long time, grandma was silent again. Shen Jing walked to the door of the room and poked her head out. She was sleeping peacefully.

"..."

The brilliance of Chinese lanterns adorns the city, misty and rainy.

The black sports car braked and stopped at the intersection.

Zhou Luchen glanced casually.

A little girl was standing at the intersection, wearing a beige slim dress, with one arm folded, and a small transparent umbrella in the free hand, with her head slightly lowered, playing with the shallow water on the ground.

From time to time, the high heels touched the puddle lightly.

The night was slightly cooler at this time, and the wind gently brushed her long, loose hair. In the darkness of the backlight, she looked pitiful and thin.

timely.

The little girl looked up slowly, then closed her umbrella and got into the car, pulling on her seat belt.

Zhou Lvchen never asked her where people live and where, so naturally she didn't say anything.

He was actually not on time, 4 minutes late.

Zhou Luchen was not in a hurry to start the car, his long arms were bent against the window of the car against the handsome side face, and his lips, which were as thin as a blade, were slightly pursed.

After a long silence, he asked, "Like stepping on puddles?"

"Ah?" Shen Jing was stunned, and looked up at him, "Don't you like it?"

She thinks treading water is very fun, and she will always step on it when she sees it.

Zhou Lu let out a faint smile from his snort, didn't speak, started the car button with his finger, turned the steering wheel and left.

In the closed compartment, the atmosphere without topics is particularly subtle.

Breathing a little fast and a little turbulent.

There is always the same smell in his car. It is hard to tell whether it is the perfume or the smell on his body. The cold fragrance is very strong, and it smells like thousand-year-old sandalwood resin soaked in snow. It has a deep and dense smell.

With his silent indifference, the fragrance seems to be more seductive.

Shen Jing even wanted to ask whether it was the perfume or the smell on his suit.

While he was waiting for the traffic light, Shen Jing leaned slightly, moved to his shoulder, and quietly sniffed the black suit on his body.

The sandalwood smell is deeper and warmer, and the masculine flavor is extremely seductive.

Zhou Lu Shen raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at her in a calm manner, "What are you doing?"

Shen Jing sat up straight in shock, and pulled the seat belt with her hand.

She diverted her attention, "Driving carefully, I took a picture, and I will be fined."

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a smile on the corners of Zhou Lushen's lips. This one had been concentrating on driving, and it was herself who was restless.

He stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel with one hand, grabbed Shen Jing's palm with his free hand, and kneaded the generous palm.

Clearly, before holding her warm, he opened her palm, almost piercing through her fingers with brute force.

After clasping the ten fingers, place them on your thighs.

Shen Jing's eyelids twitched, but before she could react, her hand was already on the man's comfortable trousers, interlocking her fingers domineeringly.

His pretty thin lips moved slightly, "What should I do, I don't want to drive properly."

The tone of his speech is always relaxed and comfortable, with some traces of ambiguity.

Makes it sound bad again.

Yes, it is bad.

It's not too bad, and he teases her calmly.

Shen Jing leaned on the seat and tilted her head, "Is it my fault?"

He squinted at her, "Are you still angry with me?"