Mr. Ji's little luck

Chapter 219 His Doting on Her
　Zhao Zimo continued to speak in a faint voice:

　"when are we leaving?"

　Gu Yimi was drawn back to her thoughts by Zhao Zimo's voice, and the voice was unknowingly stained with a layer of blur:

　"Just these two days, the company has already made arrangements."

　"it is good."

　Zhao Zimo remained calm.

　Gu Yimi tried hard to see something wrong on the man's bland face.

However, the man hides too deeply, and Gu Yimi, who is still inexperienced, doesn't see anything wrong at all.

　However, the more Zhao Zimo was like this, the more uncomfortable Gu Yimi felt.

　"Zizimo, don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

　Gu Yimi didn't know how to speak anymore.

　Zhao Zimo had already eaten up that bowl of tomato-topped noodles.

　"I'll take you back to China."

　As he spoke, Zhao Zimo licked that sexy lip line.

　Gu Yimi only felt that his brain was congested and he couldn't react.

　Only this? ? ?

That's all Zimo said? ? ?

Was he not angry with himself? ? ?
　"Ezumo, don't you...don't get angry?"

　Gu Yimi swallowed her saliva, but continued to question without giving up.

　Zhao Zimo looked at those big eyes that were a little uneasy and shining with crystal light, shining with moving waves, so pure and deep in black, like obsidian, reflecting the clear outline of his cheeks.

　At this moment, she only has him in her eyes.

　In this way, it is enough.
　Zhao Zimo smiled lightly.

　So be it.

　Just looking at her quietly like this, pampering her quietly, watching her happy, and continuing to protect her in his own way.

　However, if one day, that man hurts her again, he swears, he will definitely take the woman away without hesitation!

Take it from that man!
Even if she doesn't love him, he will spend his whole life telling her that he loves her!
　
　Loving someone is not about having something.

Sometimes, love is also a kind of letting go, letting go and letting the loved one pursue their own happiness.

In this way, you will also feel relieved.

　
　"Angry?" Zhao Zimo asked back with the corner of his mouth hooked.

　The woman's head is lit like garlic, which means "well, angry, aren't you angry?"

　Looking at Gu Yimi's nervous cousin, Zhao Zimo's heart suddenly felt relieved.

　She still cares about his feelings.

　"I am not angry."

　Zhao Zimo didn't ask why he was angry, but simply answered.

　When Gu Yimi heard the man's answer, the hanging little heart immediately fell back into her stomach.

　But why did she feel a little lost when she heard Zhao Zimo's answer?

　Gu Yimi let out a long breath, revealing a row of white teeth, and smiled dazzlingly.
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　Before Gu Yimi could speak, Zhao Zimo's cell phone rang.

　When Zhao Zimo saw the caller ID of the mobile phone, those dark blue eyes suddenly became cold, like ice skates flashing past, and Gu Yimi's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

　For a long time, I haven't seen Zimo's eyes like that.

　In Gu Yimi's heart, a kind of uneasiness began to gather.

(End of this chapter)