The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Lin Rong held Shang Yufei expressionlessly and walked all the way from the second floor to the first floor, passing through the lobby of the restaurant and out of the door.

He opened the door of the co-pilot and directly pushed the person in. Then he walked around to the driving position in three or two steps, opened the door and got into the car, then closed the door by gravity, started the car, and drove away quickly.

Don't say a word during the whole process.

Inside the carriage, it was a bit horrible to be quiet for a while. Shang Yufei sat there with her head down, her long hair covering her cheeks.

In the ear, Lin Rong's slightly heavy breathing.

She didn't know where the car was driving at the moment, and she didn't want to know, at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to raise her head.

I don't know how long it took, and the car stopped again.

Inside the carriage, it is still very quiet.

Lin Rong patted the steering wheel irritably, looked out the car window, and picked up a cigarette casually. As soon as he drew out a cigarette for ignition, his pupils swept to the side and cursed inwardly, and then threw the cigarette aside.

He turned his head to look at Shang Yufei, a nameless fire rose in his eyes, "Aren't you quite capable with me? How are you capable today? They asked you to eat, won't you refuse? Ah? That night? Who was crying with me? Why did you turn your head and forget it? Come to eat? How is this to eat? Obviously I am selling you! You are not stupid!"

Suddenly, the shoulders of the girl next to him twitched.

Lin Rong's eyes were slightly startled, and he closed his mouth.

"I'm stupid... I'm so stupid... So, he really doesn't care about me at all... He really doesn't..."

The twitching of the girl's shoulders became more and more obvious, Lin Rong saw inexplicably sorrow in his eyes.

He raised his hand to appease Shang Yufei, but he raised his hand but didn't know where to land...

He has never been at a loss like he is now!

Just as Lin Rong stiffly raised his hands and approached in Shang Yufei's direction, the girl who was crying with her head leaned forward and plunged directly into his arms.

Two little hands grasped Lin Rong's skirt, his small face pressed against his chest, crying mournfully.

Lin Rong could even feel the warmth of the tears, his originally stiff arms and body became even more stiff at this moment.

However, the heartbeat, which was originally calm, was beating crazily at this moment.

His Adam's apple rolled, his heart beating wildly.

Lin Rong pressed his lips tightly, his stiff arms opened and closed behind Shang Yufei, and finally landed slowly on the girl's back.

"Okay, it's okay." Lin Rong said softly, and suddenly, he felt a little tight in his chest. It was as if the place was overwhelmed by Shang Yufei's tears, sore and suffocated, and there was a faint pain.

After about five minutes, Shang Yufei gradually calmed down. She sobbed, raised her head, and met Lin Rong's eyes.

She was taken aback, and then realized something was wrong, and quickly bounced off embarrassedly, "I... sorry..."

When the words fell, Shang Yufei noticed that Lin Rong's clothes had been wrinkled by her, and the position of her chest was soaked by her tears. The most embarrassing thing is that when she just hit Zhu Kui with that plate, her hand was cut out. At this moment, the blood on her hands also stained Lin Rong's clothes.

"Your clothes...it was soiled by me..." Shang Yufei said in a humming voice, crying.

Lin Rong lowered his head, his eyes were instantly locked on the blood-stained place, and then he grabbed Shang Yufei's hand, "Let me see!"

Shang Yufei was a little uncomfortable. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but was firmly grasped by Lin Rong, "Don't move!"

The man snorted coldly, with a different seriousness in his tone.