Proud Young Master Pampers Her

Jin Garden.

The Rolls-Royce Silver Charm entered the parking lot unhindered.

Mi Su closed her eyes and sat in Rong Jinchu's embrace, his entire person on the man's long and powerful thighs. Rong Jinchu still maintained the posture of a princess.

Lin Feng stopped the car and peeked at the back seat.

Inwardly doubting.

Did the Young Master Rong really want to kill him?

Mi Su moved a little in Rong Jinchu's embrace, his eyes trembling, as if he was about to open them.

Rong Jinchu focused on Mi Su's little face. He had to admit, this woman's facial features looked really good the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she looked. And those eyelashes, the color was just right, and the degree of curvature was just right.

Ten minutes passed.

Lin Feng stood outside, enduring the waves of cold winds.

The car door had long since been opened by him.

Inside...

If not for his mental fortitude being strong enough to bear it, he would never have believed that the man with the gentle face in front of him was actually that domineering, mysterious, and sinister Young Master Rong.

His eyes looked... Very affectionate.

Lin Feng was frightened by his own thoughts. Seeing that Rong Jinchu was still motionless, he couldn't help but remind him: "Young Master Rong, the Jin Garden has arrived."

The quiet atmosphere was broken.

Rong Jinchu glanced at Lin Feng coldly.

"I'm counting her eyelashes."

"…"

"You interrupted me."

"…"

If not for the fact that his real age was indeed thirty years old and an adult male, people would really suspect that he was a little brat.

It was because this act of counting one's eyelashes could not be any more childish.

According to Lin Feng's previous understanding of childishness, he secretly thought to himself that this could no longer be explained with childishness, it should be described as retarded.

After all, who would be so bored as to keep grabbing onto the eyelashes of others?

He didn't dare to say it though.

Lin Feng bowed and admitted his mistake sincerely. "Young Master Rong, please punish me."

I'm sorry to spoil your pleasure in counting your eyelashes.

"Next time, run for the night."

After saying that, Rong Jinchu got out of the carriage with Mi Su in his arms. That cautious, afraid that he would accidentally hit the person in his arms.

In the lobby.

The butler received the notice from outside and led the servants to stand together.

A few curious maids discussed in low voices.

"I can finally see the Young Master Rong."

"It's not a waste of us staying behind for so long."

"I look forward to it!"

"Me too!"

The steward's cold gaze fell upon them, and they immediately shut their mouths.

A tall figure slowly walked in from nearby.

The housekeeper was an old man serving by Rong Jinchu's side. His gaze was different from the maids' infatuation and amazement, as it landed on the figure in Rong Jinchu's embrace.

Was it a woman?

It really was a woman!

Rong Jinchu carried Mi Su to the hall, still unwilling to put him down. He didn't like the smell of the alcohol on Mi Su's body, but he loved the softness of her body.

She was such a small bundle, yet when she held it in her hands, she did not want to let it go.

At this moment, Mi Su opened her eyes. She was drunk, after sleeping in the car, she was showing signs of waking up. She smacked her lips, and lazily raised her head.

Skin to skin.

It was extremely ambiguous.

Sparks quickly started between the two of them.

She was soft and soft with contentment, but for a moment she gripped his heart. "My dear, you're all right."

He held his breath.

My dear, are you all right?

Ha!