Chapter 257: Life is Not Easy, It All Depends on Acting Skills [7]
"I say, but you promise not to do anything to me!"
After a pause, Bo Jinghan's fox-like eyes burst into flames, and he added: "No matter what I say!" ”
Raise your eyebrows.
Hey, this little girl is still doing this trick with him!
Well, just see what she has to say.
Anyway......
"Don't move right now. Can you say that? ”
Lu Yan drove the car and sped along the road.
stared intently ahead, but listened to Bo Jinghan's sweet and glutinous voice coming from the side.
word by word, with a little bit of ridicule-
"The old ancestor's art of war is cloudy, 'wound a thousand enemies, self-damage eight hundred', but just now...... Hey, you're suffocating, I'm afraid it's more than eight hundred, let's make up for the ** zero in the future! ”
Turning over, Bo Jinghan squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Yan, whose face was quickly gloomy, with a wicked smile.
simply raised his hand to support his chin, and his other hand quietly crawled towards Lu Yan's thigh......
Before she forgot her goal, Lu Yan's hand had already landed on her hand from the steering wheel.
The warm palm covered her fine white soft thorn.
But it was the other way around.
Hit her delicate palm hard!
"Give you three points of good face, and you will show your teeth and claws! What a wildcat! ”
"Tsk, let's talk about it?"
Withdrawing his hand, Bo Jinghan held his face for a long time, tilted his chin slightly, and squinted at Lu Yan, who seemed to be concentrating on driving.
His fingertips drew circles on the cushions, but in his mind, he was calculating how to get the bargain back on his lips.
Anyway, she had just asked for his assurance, and if she didn't choke him to death at this time, she had to give him a cerebral infarction, which was a good deal!
"Bo Jinghan!"
"What? Do you want to talk to me about your self-destructive sons and grandchildren? Oh, last time my Su ** doctor said that the title of a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren is wrong, that thing has to be hundreds of millions, if it is a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren, it is sick...... Infertility! ”
The car was still moving at an average speed.
Brushing his hair, Bo Jinghan slowly narrowed his eyes.
The slight burning in his eyes was dyed with a hint of smile.
She seemed to see the subtle movements of Lu Yan's tense body just now, she should be angry, right?
And you can't sprinkle it if you have air.
How pathetic!
Sneered, Bo Jinghan was just about to add fire to him again, and a coat covered her face directly.
It's Lu Yan's, and he has been hanging on the back of the backrest since he got in the car.
The familiar masculine aura is instantly on-demand.
It smells like tobacco!
Bo Jinghan sniffed, and she recognized the smell of smoke as Bo Junchen's cigar.
And if there is no breath, it belongs to Lu Yan.
"My clothes, clean. When you're tired, cover it and sleep for a while. ”
Two sentences, cold and concise.
But the meaning revealed from it made Bo Jinghan blink violently.
This man......
A thought flashed through her mind, too fast for her to grasp.
But she remembered that when she got in the car, this guy made a request not to allow her to drive, and the idea of quickly swiping back into her mind.
Did he want her to take this opportunity to rest?
Wrong wrong!
She just said those words, why didn't this guy look angry at all?
Intuition tells her that there must be ghosts!
"Balloons for you!"
Before Bo Jinghan could figure out a clue, the box of persistent Durex was thrown over by Lu Yan.
Then, I saw him speak calmly: "Next time, remember to change to a super-sized one, and we will practice with our body." That's right, the taste is your choice! ”