Sweetheart just doesn't like to listen to He Jiaming say bad things about Qinglang, although he helped himself today, but it doesn't mean that he can keep laughing at Qinglang, Qinglang is already very pitiful!

She turned her face away, looked at He Jiaming seriously, and asked, "Why do you keep talking about him? Are you jealous that he is better than you in everything?"

"Is your brain watering? He Jiaming sneered, as if he heard a big joke, "What can he compare to me?"

"Everything is better than you, handsome than you, taller than you, better than you, kinder than you, and knows more than you......," sweetheart counted with her fingers.

When He Jiaming heard this, his face darkened.

"Am I so bad in your eyes?" he scolded, "No matter how bad Lao Tzu is, he won't be as coarse as him, and he wants me to take his girlfriend to meet him!"

"He's in trouble!" Sweetheart emphasized, "can't you be considerate of him?"

"Lao Tzu is considerate of him? Why should Lao Tzu be considerate of him! The person who has worked hard all day today is me, Lao Tzu-"

"Can you not do Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu, I still have Confucius!" Sweetheart glanced at him impatiently.

He Jiaming swore that he really wanted to tie this girl to the car and her to death!

He stopped talking, so as not to blow up his lungs! He even decided to go to check his body tomorrow and do a brain CT to see what was in his head, and he would come to help her with this without opening his eyes! Show affection to others with the person he likes!

He lit a cigarette sullenly, and his sweetheart leaned to the side in disgust, this guy is always like this, every time he smokes, he just asks others how they feel!

"Don't keep smoking, it's not good for your health. ”

"What do you care about me?" He Jiaming blew a cigarette into her face frivolously.

Sweetheart was choked and coughed, fanning the wind desperately, and she begged with tears streaming down her eyes: "That...... Then at least let me open the window to let me breathe, right?"

"No, I don't. He Jiaming continued to smoke.

Sweetheart couldn't catch her breath, pinched her nose and shrank in the corner, her face was extremely ugly, He Jiaming glanced at her, and finally reluctantly extinguished the smoke and turned on the air conditioner.

Sweetheart wiped a handful of smoked tears, sat in the passenger seat and didn't speak, this car was really depressed, the roof was too low, there were only two seats, and the back was like an ornament, she recalled what He Jiaming had done before, and decided to ignore this scumbag, so as not to anger him, and he had no good fruit to eat.

"That, thank you. She took the initiative to resolve the embarrassment.

He Jiaming glanced at her: "No sincerity." ”

"I'm already very sincere. Sweetheart was helpless, "Although you didn't give me a good impression at first, and I slapped you again, what you did today really surprised me, and I think you seem to be ...... It's a very careful person, so ...... Thank you. ”

He Jiaming snorted and repeated: "Yes, you slapped me again, so should I return it?"

"No, I'm afraid it hurts. Sweetheart hurriedly held her cheeks, "Adults don't remember villains, why do you bother to see a woman like me, and it will affect your glorious image." ”

"Do I still have an image in your heart?" He Jiaming sneered.

Why doesn't this person eat oil and salt? If you can't say good, you can't say bad, so Sweetheart had to shut up and keep silent.

He Jiaming was bored, his slender fingers tapped on the car window again and again, and the side mirror reflected the sweetheart's delicate side face, and the little face like a bun.

What do you like about her?

Even he himself wondered why he would tolerate her again and again, what was so good about her that he could let go of his high profile? .

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