A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"I said, but you have to promise not to touch me!"

Pausing for a moment, Bao Jinghan's fox-like eyes sparkled, and he added: "No matter what I said!"

raised eyebrows.

Hey, this little girl is still doing this trick with him!

Well, let's see what she has to say.

Anyway...

"Don't move now. Can you say it?"

Lu Yan drove the car, speeding along the highway.

Staring intently ahead, she heard Bao Jinghan's sweet voice coming from the side.

Every word, with a bit of ridicule——

"There is a saying in the art of war of our ancestors, 'If you hurt the enemy one thousand, you will hurt yourself by eight hundred', but just now... Hey, you probably died of more than eight hundred, at least you have to make up for a zero in the back! "

Turning over, Bao Jinghan squinted his eyes, and looked at Lu Yan, whose face quickly became gloomy, with a smirk.

He simply raised his hand to support his chin, while the other hand quietly crawled towards Lu Yan's thigh...

Before forgetting the target, Lu Yan's hand fell from the steering wheel to her hand with a "snap".

The big warm palm just covered her fine white catkins.

But suddenly turned around.

He slapped her delicate palm hard!

"Give you a three-pointed face, and you will show your teeth and claws! What a wild cat!"

"Tsk, just talking about the fire?"

Withdrawing his hand, Bao Jinghan held his face in his spare time, raised his chin slightly, and squinted at Lu Yan who seemed to be concentrating on driving.

The fingertips drew circles on the cushion, but in his mind, he was calculating how he could get the price back with his mouth.

Anyway, she just got his guarantee, so if she doesn't choke him to death right now, she has to piss him off, it's worth it!

"Bo Jinghan!"

"Why? Do you want to discuss your self-defeating hundred sons and grandsons with me? Oh, last time my family doctor Su told me that the title of hundred sons and thousand grandsons is wrong. That thing is worth hundreds of millions. If hundreds of sons Qiansun, it’s just that she’s sick... infertile!”

The car is still running at a constant speed.

Flicking her hair, Bao Jinghan slowly narrowed her eyes.

The slight scorching in the eyes was stained with a slight smile.

She seemed to see Lu Yan's subtle movements of tensing her body just now, she must be angry, right?

And if you are angry, you can't let it go.

very pitiful!

Chicking, Bao Jinghan was just about to add fire to him when a coat directly covered her face.

It belongs to Lu Yan, and it has been hung on the back of the backrest after getting in the car.

The familiar masculine breath hit him head-on in an instant.

It smells faintly of tobacco!

Bao Jinghan sniffed, she recognized the smell of smoke, it was the smell of Bo Junchen's cigars.

And the faint breath belongs to Lu Yan.

"My clothes are clean. If you're tired, just cover them and sleep."

Two sentences, cold and concise.

But the meaning revealed in it made Bao Jinghan blink his eyes suddenly.

this man...

A thought flashed through her mind, too fast for her to grasp.

But she remembered the guy's request that she not be allowed to drive when she got in the car, and the thought that flashed across quickly came back to her mind.

Did he want her to take this opportunity to rest?

No no no!

She just said those words, why doesn't this guy look angry at all?

Her intuition told her that there must be a ghost!

"Balloon for you!"

Before Bao Jinghan could figure it out, Lu Yan threw the box of durable Durex over.

Then, he said calmly and calmly: "Remember to change to a super-sized one next time, and we will practice it. By the way, you can choose your own flavor!"