The first favorite of rebirth: Mr. President, borrow a marriage

Chapter 90 Don't love yourself

"Oh, praise you?"

Just look, he smiled softly, with a bit of mockery.

Without knowing why, Luozheng opened the rear door, stretched his arms forward, and threw them on the seat.

"Bam—"

Luozheng was not prepared at all, he threw him on the seat and fell hard.

"Brother Cheng, why are you so ignorant of compassion? I fell so badly..."

Luozheng frowned, and fell on the rainy ground not long ago, but it was real, and there was still lingering pain in her body.

Now, after such a fall by the man, the pain is really aggravated.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Bao Hancheng stood in front of the car door, looking down at Luozheng from above.

Hearing this, Luozheng stood up while supporting the seat, and replied inexplicably: "Of course I'm afraid! Brother Cheng, it's really strange that you ask, who is not afraid of pain!"

"If you were really afraid of pain, would you deliberately fall on the rainy ground?"

The man asked again, and the ending sound rose slightly, revealing a bit of sultry taste.

In an instant, Luozheng's expression froze. He didn't expect the man to guess that he had fallen, so he couldn't help feeling a little nervous: "Brother Cheng...I just want to..."

"Just trying to trick me back?"

Bao Hancheng interrupted, with mixed emotions in his heart.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stiff.

In the end, Luozheng couldn't help it, and carefully reached out to grab the corner of the man's clothes, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Brother Cheng, I know I was wrong, and I just won't lie to you in the future! Don't be angry, okay?"

Like a child who did something wrong, Luozheng apologized in a low voice, not daring to visit Bao Hancheng.

"You know, I'm not angry because you lied to me..."

Suddenly, Bao Hancheng sighed slightly, and said helplessly.

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped.

What did he want to say just now?
I want to say that the anger is not because she lied to him, but because...she doesn't cherish herself? !

Luozheng couldn't help being curious, and looked up at him: "Why is that?"

But it was Bao Hancheng, with cold and picturesque eyes, and said indifferently: "It's nothing!"

Worried that asking further questions would make the man even more angry, and his whole body was shivering with cold, Luozheng took the opportunity to change the subject: "Brother Cheng, I'm so cold! You hug me to keep warm, okay?"

She spoke so naturally, Bao Hancheng glanced at her, but didn't take any action.

He just looked at the girl surrounding him, her long hair messily scattered on her palm-sized cheeks, and the red dress on her body was already soaked, reflecting a bit of pitifulness.

After a while, he pushed her hand away from the corner of his clothes, and stepped forward to turn on the heater in the car.

Then, he went to the trunk to take out a white shirt, which was his spare clothing.

Then he walked back to the original place and threw it on the girl: "Put on—"

Holding the shirt, Luozheng saw the man close the car door, as if he was about to leave, so he quickly stretched out his hand to pull him: "Brother Cheng, where are you going?"

Bao Hancheng brushed away her touch, and asked with a half-smile: "Why, do you want to close the door and let me watch you change your clothes?"

After a pause, the thin lips lightened slightly: "Or, do you want me to do it myself?"

It turned out that he was not angry to leave, but to give himself a private space.

Luozheng breathed a sigh of relief, met the man's abyss-like eyes, and smiled slightly, revealing dimples: "Brother Cheng wants to help me? Yes, yes, I don't mind!"

Anyway, she had already decided in her heart that if she came into contact with the opposite sex in this life, her first choice would be the bodyguard!
So if you can flirt, flirt as soon as you can, cultivate your relationship early, and don't need to be too twitchy!
However, Bao Hancheng had no expression on his face, and refused directly: "I don't mind—"

After finishing his sentence, he stopped looking at Luozheng and closed the car door heavily.

Then, An Jing leaned against the car body, lit a cigarette casually and held it between his fingers, and smoked it once and for all.

For men, smoking helps to think.

He didn't have any addiction to cigarettes, and he would only light one when he was restless.

Luozheng, she shouldn't have any contact with him, maybe...he shouldn't soften his heart any longer!
(End of this chapter)