Spiritualist sweet wife

Zi Teng stood in front of the warmth, looked at her condescending, then raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou hang.

Zhou Hang is a member of the school basketball team, so he has always been tall and slim, and looks handsome. Zi Teng stood face to face with him. Although he looked a little gloomy, the momentum from all over was actually inferior to that of Zhou hang.

The warmth widened a pair of eyes, looked at Zhou hang, and then looked at Zi Teng. For a moment, warmth gave birth to the illusion that the two men were competing for her.

Eh~~~

As soon as the idea came to her mind, even she was amused by herself!

How is that possible? Not to mention Zhou hang, a school grass level figure, but only Ziteng's inhuman, arrogant and narcissistic millennium old demon, it is impossible to do anything jealous for her.

Ziteng's black eyes were slightly restrained, and two Obsidian rays of light were immediately projected:

"I've already bought it! Thank you! Warmth has brought you trouble!"

As he spoke, Ziteng raised his hand and handed back a platinum card to Zhou hang.

Zhou hang gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a smile and took the card: "you're too polite. Warm and I are friends. There's no trouble.

I happened to meet you here. It's just a little effort! "

Twenty thousand dollars! lift a finger!

Sure enough, it's a local tyrant!

Warm heart can't help smacking tongue!

There are so many local tyrants in the world, why can't she have one?

Zi Teng's lips were slightly hooked and didn't say much. He immediately screwed up the warmth of a good play look still sitting in his chair: "we have something else to do. Let's go first!"

After that, without waiting for Zhou hang to reply, he twisted his warmth and left the hotel quickly.

It was warm and inexplicable. I didn't react until I was slammed into the car by someone.

Looking at Zi Teng's face covered with black lines and his unfriendly eyes, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Zi Teng, are you angry?

"Hey! Are you angry?"

Zi Teng glanced coldly, but didn't reply.

"Are you really angry? I'm curious! You left me there alone for so long that the waiter thought I was free, so I had no choice but to call Zhou hang.

How are you? You suddenly rush in and have a bad attitude towards others. Anyway, you've always been like this.

But why are you angry with me? I'm the one who should be angry! "

Ziteng's car drove fast, his thin and sexy lips closed in a straight line, and he said a lot like firecrackers, but he didn't get any reply.

Seeing this, warm had to turn his eyes maliciously. Anyway, she can never help this man.

"Don't you believe me so much?"

Suddenly, in the silent air, a low, dumb and gloomy voice suddenly sounded. Although not big, it is enough for warmth to hear clearly.

"Huh?"

Warm suddenly a stunned.

Ziteng suddenly stopped the car. Without waiting for the warmth to ease, he suddenly straightened her body, faced himself and asked word by word:

"You just don't believe me? Think I'll leave you?

Warm, what have I done to disappoint you? "

Warm has never seen such a son Teng, although he is usually arrogant, gloomy and dangerous. But there was never a time when she felt like this——

DANGER!

"I..."

For a moment, she was speechless!

It is undeniable that after a period of contact, Zi Teng is not as indifferent as he seems. On the contrary, sometimes, her tenderness and carefulness inadvertently make her feel comfortable unconsciously.

However, today's misunderstanding will not make him so angry!

Ziteng's hands clung to his warm arms. Due to his strength, the clothes on his warm body had also appeared fine folds:

"Zi Teng, you, you hurt me!"

Warm and eager to say, but can't hide the grievance on his face. She always felt that such a small misunderstanding tonight would not make Zi Teng angry with her to this extent.

Seeing the warmth, Ziteng suddenly calmed down and realized that he was making a fuss. He quickly gathered his mind, let go of the warmth and sat back in the driver's seat.

He doesn't know what happened to his TM!

In the past, he would never be like this - out of control!

He was really ready to go out to pay the bill and take warmth back to rest early, but there was an important phone call on the way. He just had a gap to answer the phone. Unexpectedly, warmth found another person.

What did she think that she would leave her alone?

ha-ha!

God knows the look on his face when he saw the waiter in the private room passing by with a platinum card.

Just

Looking at the warm and wronged little face, his facial features were almost wrinkled together. At the bottom of his heart, he was so caught off guard that he couldn't bear it.

He's afraid!

He is afraid of warmth and doesn't believe him!

Today's misunderstanding is a small matter. But when the big event comes, will warmth be like this and distrust him?

With a heavy sigh, the car suddenly fell into a dead silence.

"I don't believe you!"

Warm sitting in the co pilot's seat, the quilt is so noisy that I can't help feeling a little depressed.

In a situation like that just now, anyone will react like her. Just on second thought, Ziteng, such a proud man, can't accept such doubt and distrust from others.

Considering that he still owes him 4 million yuan, and that sometimes Zi Teng will be very kind to her, warm still let go first:

"I just didn't think so much!"

No way, people under the eaves, had to bow their heads. Although some understand, but still think, son Teng a little fuss.

"Yes!"

Zi Teng spilled a low voice from his throat. Without waiting for a trace of emotion, he recovered his usual face like an iceberg for thousands of years.

Restart the engine and start the car. This time, the speed is obviously much slower.

Seeing the warmth, he breathed out almost invisible. Such a reaction should be all right.

Hey!

Tonight is really an eventful night!

The black business car was driving slowly in the street. It was warm and didn't think much. It just sat quietly next to Ziteng. It's not easy to coax the director. She doesn't want to pluck the tiger's ass again.

Suddenly, Ziteng's low and magnetic voice sounded again in his ear:

"Why didn't you call Zhao Xin!"

At this time, warmth should not be the first time to think of Zhao Xin, should it?