Liang Shaochen felt his heartbeat suddenly become faster, he suddenly approached her a little uncontrollably, put his face to her ear, closed his eyes, and sniffed the faint familiar fragrance on her body greedily.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her deeply, and in the man's clear eyes there was a kind of naked/naked, undisguised fascination and affection that could never be seen in the daytime or in ordinary times.

He slowly moved his lips to her pink lips, almost feeling her even breathing on his lips, his lips were less than two centimeters away from hers, and he froze and didn't move.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the sleeping woman seemed to feel his hot air spraying on her face a little uncomfortable, and turned her face slightly sideways. So, his lips naturally kissed the corners of her lips.

It's just the corner of her lips.

In the next second, Liang Shaochen quickly removed his lips and stared at the girl in front of him in a bit of a panic.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up, her eyes still closed, and she breathed evenly.

Liang Shaochen suddenly looked like a deflated ball, turned his face away, and put his hands on the steering wheel.

In the middle of it, he gently slammed his head on the steering wheel again.

In this way, he sat in the carriage and sat with her for ten minutes.

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang, making Liang Shaochen slowly raise his head as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Then I found out that the sound was the voice from Xiao Nuan's mobile phone in the seat behind me.

Liang Shaochen was stunned at first and glanced at Xiao Nuan.

Originally, he wasn't going to take it, because he wouldn't be stupid enough to ruin the only time he had, poor, with her at this time.

Even if she was already drunk and asleep.

However, the phone rings incessantly, seemingly one higher than the other.

He was worried about waking up Xiao Nuan on the side, so he frowned, shook his chair, turned around, and stretched out his hand to pick up Xiao Nuan's handbag.

Flipping out her phone from inside, she looked at the phone screen.

When he looked at the two words on his phone, the glimmer of starlight in his eyes instantly dimmed.

"Husband-"

Liang Shaochen held the mobile phone like holding a hot potato.

His hands were shaking, and his face was getting more and more ugly.

Seeing that the woman next to him seemed to be noisy, frowning dissatisfiedly, he hesitated for a moment, and finally slid the answer button.

"Xiao Nuan, where are you? Why are you only answering the phone now? A magnetic voice came, with eagerness and concern.

Liang Shaochen breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Prince, it's me." ”

On the other end of the phone, there was an immediate silence.

Or an accident, or some other turbulent emotion, subtly transmitted between the two mobile phones.

But soon, Nangong Yaoling almost suppressed his anger and asked, "Liang Shaochen? How do you hold Xiao Nuan's phone? Where is Xiao Nuan? What are you doing? ”

Liang Shaochen's eyebrows on one side raised slightly.

He smiled and said, "Prince, don't worry, Xiao Nuan is fine." She was drunk, and I had just met her at a nightclub and was about to send her home. ”

The Ferrari sports car stopped in front of the nightclub, and the colored neon hit his face, and the beautiful face was now filled with gloomy and terrible rage.

But he tried to suppress his anger and said, "Where are you now?" ”

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