President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

"It's getting dark. I don't trust you to come back alone. Darling, I'll pick you up."

Su Yimo looked at the sky outside the window. Sure enough, it was dark, "I can take a taxi back!"

"Be obedient and tell me the address!"

She noticed his anger and pursed her mouth, "I'm in the wooden Cafe..."

"I'll go now."

The voice of "Dudu" echoed in her ears. She whispered to the hung up mobile phone: "I hate it. Who asked you to hang up first!"

Peng Yiyang on the other side was about to be tortured crazy by the jealousy in his heart, but he had to show a calm appearance on the surface. Is it true that if a person is one step late, he will be qualified?

If he met her earlier than Gu Shaoqian, would the situation at the moment become different?

Unfortunately, there is no textual research on this matter, and he can't know the answer.

"Brother Peng?"

"Huh?" He recovered and looked at her.

"I'll go down first. Qian will pick me up. I'll wait for him." She didn't know how cruel this common sentence was when it stopped in Peng Yiyang's ear.

"OK." Even if his heart hurts again, he will pretend to be good in front of her.

Su Yimo stood up, picked up his backpack from the sofa, hesitated and said, "brother Peng, if you're still uncomfortable tomorrow morning, go to the hospital."

"OK, I will."

Su Yimo smiled at him, opened the door and went out.

Peng Yiyang sat in his chair. He could vaguely hear her coming down the stairs, beating on his heart every time. He spent hundreds of millions to separate them for a few days, and what about him? Because of this, he paid a greater price than Gu Shaoqian.

When did he become so wayward?

Su Yimo came to the first floor and talked with Xiaolan for a while. Gu Shaoqian went to the coffee shop. He glanced at the direction of the stairs, then pulled Su Yimo out of the coffee shop.

Xiao Lan thought they had quarreled. She looked anxiously at the direction Su Yimo left, praying that they would be all right.

"Qian, you hurt me!" Su Yimo was dragged out by him. His arrogance made her a little sad.

"Did you meet Peng Yiyang?" He stopped, released her hand and looked at her.

"Yes." She rubbed his sore hand and whispered back.

"Send him a small cage bag?" He guessed.

"Well, you know?" She looked at him in surprise. She didn't tell him who those small caged bags were for!

"... have you made it clear to him?" In his heart, what she made could only be given to a man, so he naturally blocked her words and asked.

"Say what?" She looked at him in confusion and asked.

"Make it clear to him and refuse him!" He said righteously.

"Brother Peng, he... Was ill, and he didn't say anything to me. If I... Didn't mean that, wouldn't I be amorous!" Su Yimo explained to him.

"If he is ill, it won't be a bitter meat trick!" He said in a slightly contemptuous tone.

"Qian, I don't allow you to say that, brother Peng!" She doesn't want him to think so bad of others!

"You hurt me for him!"

"No... no... I'm just..." Su Yimo saw that he was really angry and didn't know what to say. She seemed to think of something. She padded her feet and kissed him gently at the corner of his mouth, "don't be angry..."