Chapter 206: The King Touches the King

He couldn't help but drag her to the car and slam the door slammed slammed.

Starting the car, he approached the speed of flying to take Bingqing to the villa where he lived.

Everything looks beautiful at night, and the usually cold elm trees, illuminated by the dim yellow light, are gently breezy and swaying oval leaves like glowing emerald green and Tianyu.

Such a beautiful summer scenery that no one pays attention to it.

Eno Fan tugged at her wrist, and the strength made her hurt.

"It hurts." Bingqing was dragged to the courtyard by him, couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted out.

Eno Fan paused, his eyes froze for a moment on her wrist he was holding. The corners of his lips closed even tighter.

"If I lose you, will you come back to me on your own initiative?"

"I won't." Bingqing withdrew her sore wrist and gently kneaded it with her other hand.

After finishing speaking, Bingqing's heart was still. She waited quietly for Eno Fan to respond either madly or irritablely.

But she didn't wait for anything.

A low sigh rang out of his ears.

"Liu Bingqing, there has never been a woman like you, who dares to run rampant in my life to such a degree." As if he had made some compromise, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes were drawn longer and better by the dim light on his fair face.

He took her hand again, this time with much less force, but still with another indisobedient majesty came from his warm palm.

Bingqing told herself for five months, don't pay attention to him, don't think about him anymore, don't meet again,

But when he gently shook her, her feet kept following his footsteps towards his palace-like villa.

The two of them walked one after the other, walking on the quiet concrete road, and could clearly hear each other's breathing and footsteps, but they never said a word again.

Bingqing stared at his shadow stretched by the moonlight and lights, and inexplicably felt the urge to step on his shadow.

This was the second time she had entered his villa.

I haven't seen it for five months, as if I haven't seen it for ten years. The villa has been completely changed in style.

On the first floor was purple European-style wallpaper, and she noticed that next to the curved TV, there was an artistic photo of her, a fancy dress with a smile like a flower, and a black-and-white photo with a blank face and a cold face.

She followed him to the second floor, where he transformed his study into a film and television circle.

Inside, there are her one-person-tall personal posters, or square hand-paintings. She picked up an old-looking photo and scrutinized it.

It's a still of the little princess she took when she was seven years old, and the speckled snowflakes on it can confirm its age.

Bingqing put down the photo and came to his bedroom, facing the wall of the big bed, which was a photo of her smiling very sweetly.

"Your appearance is destined to rampant for the rest of my life." He walked up to her and put his hand over her white, silky skin.

"Is it because Ji Xing treats me coldly?"

Bingqing bit her lip and lowered her head willfully, the tears in her eyes would be out of control. And she didn't want him to see it.

"I swear to you that there will be no woman in my life except you." He embraced her into his arms. Pressed her head against his chest, her eyes wetting his white shirt.

"Why is she here?"

This question, she was going to keep in her heart for the rest of her life, if she and he had no intersection again.

"There is only interest between me and her, and nothing else. That day, I was in a meeting, and she came to my office without permission and got a call from you. ”

"I see." Her head was buried in his arms. He was able to explain to her, and he had relieved her. She also knows Chi Xing's personality.

She splashed dirty water on him that day, but she actually wanted to splash it on herself even more.

If he is as arrogant as he is, how can he bow his head and explain first. Now that she is like this, she is also forced to have no way out.

She was a little smug, contented. (To be continued.) )