Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 87 A Gentle Boy?
It had rained all night and the air outside was cold and damp.

In City A, such storms are very rare in winter.

The suburbs outside the city are under development. In addition to the torrential rain last night, many construction sites have not started, and the entire suburb looks quiet and depressed.

On the road that was just opened to traffic, there were only two high-end sports cars driving side by side, driving fast.

"Zhaoran, can I save Aunt Su as long as I come here?" Yinuo sat anxiously on the passenger seat next to Leng Zhaoran.

I hope that rescuing Aunt Su this time can relieve her guilt to some extent.

She was the one who lost her mind when she framed Su Xiaoxiao that time. At that time, her mind was swallowed up by jealousy, and she wanted her to disappear from Leng Chaoran's side.

After knowing that she was involved in that incident, although Leng Zhaoran didn't say anything, she could clearly feel that he had alienated her a lot.

"Well, you stay in the car then, don't worry, I will protect you." Leng Zhaoran's tone was as indifferent as ever, and the promise to protect her seemed to be fulfilling some kind of obligation.

Yinuo kept silent, since childhood, she should have gotten used to his indifference and ruthlessness.

Occasionally, the heartache is numb, which makes her mistakenly think that she can forget him.

But after the numbness, the heartache is still heartache, and I can't forget it or I can't forget it.

That night when she was drunk, she grabbed his hand like a crazy woman and asked him why he couldn't treat her like Su Xiaoxiao. She didn't understand, how could she be inferior to Su Xiaoxiao?

Only when she was drunk could she dare to be so unscrupulous in front of him.

In normal times, she never dared to take a step past him. She was obviously a childhood sweetheart who grew up together, but others seemed that he treated her no differently than an ordinary woman.

In the third year of high school, the day he went abroad, she plucked up the courage to confess to him, but he calmly and indifferently refused, the reason being that he had someone he liked.

For her, this reason is more cruel than rejecting her directly, which means that she still has a chance.

She knew this man more than she knew herself, because he was indifferent to everything, but once he put his heart into it, he would never give up again, and it was the same with people.

At that moment, she knew that she had no chance, but she was not willing to give up just yet.

It's just that she never thought that the person he said he liked would be her best friend for four years in college.

She chased him for more than 20 years, but he never looked back at her.

As proud as she is, her love for him is so humble that even she herself finds it unbelievable.

In the eyes of other men, she is a dazzling, unreachable star, but in his eyes, all her light seems to have disappeared, and he can't see her at all. ． ． ． ． ．
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Outside the car window, Qiu Shuoyan's car suddenly braked suddenly, and the friction sound of the tires colliding with the ground pulled her back from her thoughts.

"What happened?" Yinuo hurriedly turned his head to look at Leng Zhaoran.

Leng Zhaoran frowned and shook his head, and stopped the car by the side of the road, when Qiu Shuoyan's words sent by spiritual power sounded in his ears, "Something is wrong."

Hearing what he said, Leng Zhaoran raised his head and looked out the window, the surrounding area was so quiet, it seemed that even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

Leng Chaoran unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door of the passenger seat, "Give me the handle!"

Ino hesitated for a while, and put his hand into his broad palm. After growing up, this was the first time that he took the initiative to hold her hand.

Qiu Shuoyan also got out of the car, walked over and stood with Leng Zhaoran.

On the road ahead, several figures appeared out of thin air, leading by a gentle boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

(End of this chapter)