Hei Qiang and his buddies followed Situ Qinglang all the way, and found that the bastard had sent his girlfriend home first, and then turned around and drove home by himself.

"He doesn't stay at that little girl's house? He doesn't sleep, we sleep. The man in the driver's seat grinned lewdly with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You know a fart, you can't startle a snake, you know? That stinky boy thinks it's very good, don't think you can sleep with him right under his nose. Hei Qiang used his mutilated left hand to hit the head of the person next to him.

They decided to observe for a while, at least to find out Situ Qinglang's rules first, but Hei Qiang was even more selfish, and he also wanted this bastard to taste what it was like to watch his own person get shot in the head.

Santana's headlights gradually went out, and Situ Qinglang realized that something was wrong, so he suddenly turned at the next intersection.

The car passed by him, faintly, and when he saw the person in the passenger seat looking at him, he was startled, and suddenly realized that he might be being followed.

Who is it?

He remained silent and continued to drive in the opposite direction, and the car did not follow.

He was now worried about when the car would catch up with him and whether he had seen the sweetheart.

Being with his sweetheart made the always vigilant Situ Qinglang forget to be on guard, but the car made him completely unable to calm down.

His Deposit zài...... Will it be dangerous for the sweetheart?

He himself is a person who does not care about life and death, as he said at dinner at her house that night, death is something that must be faced sooner or later, especially his identity and occupation, which is destined for him not to live this life in peace.

But Sweetheart is different, and she should live happily ever after.

Situ Qinglang turned around and went back to his sweetheart's house to take a look, and found that she was still safe and sound, so he drove away again.

When he got home, he suddenly found that there were a lot of marks on the car, and he remembered afterwards that this must have been hit all the way to his sweetheart's house at night.

He didn't care, went upstairs directly, took a shower and went to sleep.

Situ Zheng still didn't come back, and finally no one asked about his feelings anymore.

He lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, what kept flashing in his mind was the little face of his sweetheart, he had never seen such a living girl, and he couldn't forget her.

In terms of being funny, she can't compare to Ma Weiwei.

In terms of obedience, she can't compare to He Jing.

In terms of eccentricity, she can't compare to her sister Qingqing.

But she is cuter than anyone else, funnier than anyone else, and can make him happy more than anyone else.

He began to look forward to the next time he would see her, how he would bully her inadvertently, or bully her into tears, and then make her happy.

Heh, it's okay anyway, if it's with her, no matter what you do, you'll feel happy.

Situ Qinglang fell asleep, but in the second half of the night, he suddenly felt an inexplicable oppressive force, he opened his eyes and found his father Situ Zheng standing next to the bed.

The Situ family does not allow his son's bedroom to be locked, and Situ Zheng can come in at any time, but he appeared at this time, and something bad should have happened to the top ten.

Situ Qinglang immediately sat up and said expressionlessly, "What's wrong?"

"Come out with me. Situ Zheng's face was slightly angry, and he turned around and left.

Situ Qinglang followed behind and went out the door, only to find that the living room on the first floor was brightly lit, and there were several materials and videos on the coffee table.

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