Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"I've made an appointment with a few suppliers, right around here."

Leng Yu's leaning body is close at hand. When she talks, the clear breath lingers in Luo Xiaojing's ear, which makes her feel stiff.

"Oh."

With a stiff response, Luo Xiaojing takes a glance back, and Leng Yu's long arm reaches over her head.

The brain that turns quickly suddenly thinks that every time she is imprisoned by Leng Yu, she can't move. When her right hand receives the instruction, Luo Xiaojing subconsciously pushes Leng Yu. The earlobe cools at this time. The safety belt buckle pulled out rubs her ear and wraps around her body.

Click!

For Luo Xiaojing buckle good seat belt Leng Yu is sitting, with this sound crisp ring, Luo Xiaojing also heard his heart broken voice.

She I think too much. Dashen just helps her fasten her seat belt.

Full of chagrin occupied the whole red face, Leng Yu with a smile, eyes without trace from Luo Xiaojing body away.

The rain outside the window is bigger. Raindrops are knocking on the window, leaving shallow watermarks. Leng Yu turns on the wiper, holds the steering wheel and asks, "where did you have dinner?"

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to eat." Luo Xiaojing jumped from chagrin to chagrin, "after Mr. Duan left the studio, I went to the workshop with Mr. Su, chatting and forgetting my dinner."

Leng Yu's eyes tightened: "Duan Zhenghao went to Miss Su?"

"Yes, he wants to recreate flowers." At the thought of Duan Zhenghao, Luo Xiaojing's mood is like the weather outside the car window, dark and fierce.

"What did Mr. Su say?"

"Miss Su refused." Relieved, Luo Xiaojing immediately worried, "but there are so many carving studios. As you once said, if Mr. Su doesn't pick up, other studios will pick up, and Duan Qingyan himself is a sculptor."

With that, Luo Xiaojing reacts that she seems to have mentioned someone she shouldn't have mentioned.

"Apart from Duan Qingyan, there is no other carving studio that dares to pick up the re carving of flowers." Cold hum a, the light spot of cold Yu eye ground is like ice.

"Boss, you won't give the order of hunting in the Jianghu, will you?"

Luo Xiaojing's stupid description made Leng Yu laugh: "you really look up to me. How can I be so powerful?"

"Why not?" Excessive modesty is immoral. Luo Xiaojing said, "royal jewelry is a big name in jewelry, and your position in the jewelry crystal class is also No1. Otherwise, how can the Royal fans call you the great God?"

"Do you call me the great God, too?"

The topic has deviated, but Luo Xiaojing didn't notice: "yes, I also call you the great God in private."

"Nothing else?"

Luo Xiaojing thought: "is kaolin a flower?"

"And what is this?"

"To describe you..." Luo Xiaojing said, "it's to describe you as beautiful as a flower."

Gao Leng's description of facial paralysis Luo Xiaojing does not dare to say. She is afraid that the great God will throw her out.

Leng Yu turns to look at Luo Xiaojing, and easily catches the little action that only happens when he lies: "do you think I look like a flower?"

Luo Xiaojing swallowed a mouth of nervous saliva: "if I say you are like Lu Binghua, will you beat me?"

Leng Yu's face sank: "what do you think?"

I really think he doesn't know. Isn't he related to Bingzi?

"The sunflower."

Luo Xiaojing said more and more outrageous, Leng Yu can only drag her back to the right way: "that is to say, I can deduce flowers myself?"

Ah, flowers!

Poking himself for a while, Luo Xiaojing continued the topic: "boss, do you have the order to hunt down the people in the Jianghu?"

"I just let out the news. I will fight with the carving studio in my own name to the end."

Leng Yu's arrogance makes Luo Xiaojing shake his shoulders. Royal ornaments represent not only professional and famous brands, but also monopoly and industry status. Duan Zhenghao will have a continuous supply of raw materials for crystal stones. However, if Leng Yu really launches a fierce attack, those carving studios will have no living space. After weighing the pros and cons, who dares to pick up the flowers Duan Zhenghao wants to re carve!

"That blue smoke..." Luo Xiaojing doesn't want to mention her, but she is a sculptor just like her. As long as she holds a carving knife in her hand, it is possible to carve a hundred flowers again.

"She." Leng Yu called up a sneer, "she can't and won't recast."

"Why?"

"If you let me know that she touched Miss Luo's things..." Cold Jun Rong is covered with a layer of gloom. Leng Yu says that she doesn't continue. "Her carving level can't reproduce the flowers of teacher Luo."

"I've seen her award-winning works on the Internet, and the carvings are good."

Leng Yu admits that Duan Qingyan works harder than most people, and has a little talent, but she is different from Luo Xiaojing. Luo Xiaojing devotes herself to design and sculpture, but design and sculpture are just tools for Duan Qingyan.

"I don't think it's good."Leng Yu says no to Duan Qingyan. Luo Xiaojing glances at him in surprise and swallows what he wants to say.

In fact, she always wanted to ask why Dashen hated Duan Qingyan, but she couldn't lift her courage after all.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the rain has changed from moderate rain to heavy rain. Luo Xiaojing needs time to digest, but he doesn't make a sound for a moment. When the car stops at the red light, Leng Yu suddenly takes her left hand and takes it in.

His action is very gentle, obviously afraid of affecting her left arm injury, palm warm spread, Luo Xiaojing Zheng for a while, subconsciously earned earned.

"What for?"

The voice of displeasure spreads out, cold Yu soft side Yan also dyed a few silk cold hard. In fact, Luo Xiaojing just wants to ask why, why suddenly take someone's hand, and let her fawn bump.

"A little I'm not used to it

"You're not shy, are you?" The red light at the intersection is long, and there are 36 seconds left to count down. Leng Yu turns his head and looks at Luo Xiaojing, his eyes shining with stars.

"I'm not." Luo Xiaojing stubbles her neck and doesn't admit it. Her shy evasion reveals everything. She is not struggling. Looking at the countdown red light in front of her, she only feels that her heart beats at least three times faster than the number of jumps. "I'm just afraid that it will affect your driving, especially when driving in rainy days."

"Luo Xiaojing, don't be a pupil, OK? You have to blush when you hold hands. " With a smile, the radian of Leng Yu's lips became more profound, "isn't it just about falling in love together?"

"Who looks like a pupil?" Being said by Leng Yu, the heat on Luo Xiaojing's face rises instead of falling, and the palms of his hands begin to exude thin sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

"It's like a schoolboy."

"It's not like that."

"It's like."

Naive also don't know who is, Luo Xiaojing in a hurry, lost his voice and cried: "I'm an old driver, OK?"