I'm sorry

Her right hand was wrapped in thick gauze.

The blood-stained blade flashed in front of him, and the anger in Leng Zimo's heart gradually subsided.

Releasing the steering wheel, he turned to the side to help her unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Don't touch me!" Luo Xiaoqian roared angrily, noticing his blood-colored left hand, she was stunned in place, "Your hand is ......"

Leng Zimo turned his palm and glanced at it, there was a blurry blood color on his palm, even he didn't know when his hand was injured, he just glanced at it, and then reached out again to untie the seat belt on her body.

Retracting his palms and letting the harness retract into place on its own, he sat back in his position.

"I'm sorry!"

Luo Xiaoqian had already grabbed the door handle and was about to open the car door, but when she heard his three words, the whole person suddenly froze there.

He said, excuse me?

She heard it right, someone like him would also daoqian?!

Turning her face, she looked at him suspiciously.

He was compromising with her, for many years, he had always been in control of everything, but, this time, he respected her opinion, although he thought that the game was the best choice for her.

However, since she wants to quit, then, let her!

Leng Zimo looked ahead, "If you don't like to continue to participate in the competition, I can transfer you to Dishi, starting from the signing of the singer, my promise is still valid!" ”

Years of being strong have long been instincts and habits in his bones, and he has never said even a word of sorry to anyone.

Luo Xiaoqian didn't understand how difficult it was to say these three words from the mouth of the person in front of her!

She just used his compromise as another means of confinement.

If you say sorry, you want her to forgive him?

What about being transferred to the emperor's vision, it is not the same as being controlled by him.

I thought he was sincere daoqian, so she said, how could a person like him be daoqian to her.

However, it's just like having a pet, beating it, and then, throwing a sweet date, to appease it.

Turning around, Luo Xiaoqian pulled the car door again, wanting to open the door, but no matter how hard she tried, the car door just didn't move.

He's locked!

He's already daoqian to her, and she's still going to go?!

Leng Zimo watched her movements and raised his eyebrows again, "Don't forget, we have an appointment first, and before you win, you must do your duty as a lover!" ”

Holding the steering wheel, he started the car again.

The black Hummer roared and rushed into the fast lane, and the car drove all the way back to Shijie City, neither of the two of them said a word, and the atmosphere in the car was stiff as if it was about to freeze.

Get off, get in the elevator, get out of the elevator.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her left hand, pressed the code, opened the door, and then took his slippers like a servant.

"Please change your shoes, and then please come to bed, and I'll go wash myself now!"

There was no anger on her face, and there was no emotion in her voice, as if he were a stranger with nothing to do with it.

What did she take him for?

Prostitute?!

What does she think of herself?!

Leng Zimo's suppressed anger finally reached the peak of the outbreak, and he grabbed her, and he raised his hand to press her against the wall.

"Luo Xiaoqian, what do you want?"

That's right, he was wrong, he knew that he had misunderstood her, and he knew that she had suffered a lot tonight.

He's already trying to make amends, even to her daoqian, how else does she want him?