Luo Xiaoqian had no choice, got up and walked to her backpack, she raised her hand to wipe his marks off her lips.

"Don't wipe it!"

Behind her, Leng Zimo spoke domineeringly.

Bastards, madness, tyrants!

Scolding angrily in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian bent over and walked into the changing room with her backpack.

Take a shower as fast as you can, then change into clothes and get out.

Because she was worried that Leng Zimo would lose her temper again, she just blew her hair casually, and before she could dry it completely, she had already hurriedly walked out of the changing room.

The slightly red face after the bath, coupled with the half-wet hair, adds a bit of seductive style to the casual bare makeup.

Leng Zimo's gaze lingered on her slightly swollen lips for a moment, and her brows furrowed again.

Feeling the chill on his face, Luo Xiaoqian glanced at herself in confusion, and didn't find anything wrong with her, but he blamed her for being too slow, and hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I'm sweating a lot, so ...... Take a shower! ”

Obviously running out with wet hair like this, he has just declared his ownership of her body, and she is still deliberately torturing herself, is it determined to go against him?!

"Blow dry your hair!" Leng Zimo opened his mouth coldly.

Can you get angry without blow-drying your hair?

What's going on with this man's temper is simply unreasonable!

"Oh!" Muttering to herself in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian turned around, walked into the changing room, grabbed the hair dryer again, and dried her hair completely before she walked out again, stopping at the door, she looked carefully at Leng Zimo who was standing in the rehearsal room, "Now, is it okay?" ”

Leng Zimo glanced at her, turned around and walked out the door.

Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, put her schoolbag on her shoulder, chased after her, turned off the music, turned off the lights, closed the door, and trotted all the way into the special elevator with him.

Leng Zimo took out his mobile phone, pulled out a number, and spit out a few words neatly.

"Let's get down right now!"

As soon as the elevator fell, and when he was about to reach the B2 parking lot, his hand naturally reached over and grabbed hers.

Bite!

Elevator doors, separated.

Before Luo Xiaoqian could react, he had already thrown him into the back seat of the black Rolls-Royce.

Closing the door, he simply spat out two words.

"Drive!"

The driver was already accustomed to this kind of thing, and quickly started the car, and by the time the reporters in ambush in the parking lot reacted, the car had already rushed into the lane.

Looking at the flickering figures and lightning lights outside the car window, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly became nervous.

"These ...... Who is it? ”

Leng Zimo leaned back on the back of the chair and tidied up his clothes.

Cars rush out of the parking lot.

Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips and softened her tone.

"Where are we going?"

He...... It won't be that she wants to accompany him again, right?!

Leng Zimo glanced sideways, his ink eyes glanced at her very lightly, seeing what she was thinking, he raised his eyebrows lightly, "I don't like women to talk too much!" ”

Well, she shut up!

Luo Xiaoqian straightened up, sat on the seat opposite him, turned her face to look out the window, pursed her lips tightly, and didn't say a word.

The car was amazingly big, and the back seat was a relative double row, wide enough for her to stay away from him.

"Boss, someone is following!" Not long after driving forward, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror and spoke softly.

"Shake it off!" Leng Zimo calmly spit out two words.

"Yes!" The driver respectfully agreed.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car instantly accelerated.