Cars had already parked in the harbor, waiting to meet them.

The sun was a little dazzling, Luo Qiao got off the cruise ship, frowned slightly, and raised her hand to cover it.

Shen Jikong walked from behind her, he was wearing a suit and a black shirt, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his figure was long and straight, and he was leisurely everywhere.

He walked up to her and took her hand.

Luo Qiao subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but the man's fingertips swept over the silver-white ring on her thin white finger, he glanced at her, smiled, and asked her very gently: "What is this?" ”

That kind of look and posture makes people feel extremely dangerous.

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed slightly, and before he could speak, the car had slowly stopped in front of them.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a few seconds, slowly retracted his gaze, personally opened the car door for her, and lazily put his hand on the top edge of the car door to prevent her from hitting her head.

After getting into the car, Shen Jikong pinched her ring and dragged it down, but the ring seemed to be stuck to Luo Qiao's hand, and it hurt a little and couldn't pull it off.

He raised an eyebrow: "What kind of is this?" ”

Luo Qiao immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't let him, squinting his eyes at her hand, that look made her think that he was seriously thinking about whether to chop off one of her fingers at the moment.

Luo Qiao was suddenly stimulated by this sudden thought, and her scalp was numb, and she quickly wanted to withdraw her hand, but Shen Jikong suddenly lowered her head at this time and landed a kiss on the hand she was wearing a ring.

The place he touched was like being electrocuted at this moment, and the tingling sensation suddenly rose.

Luo Qiao's face changed slightly, and she slapped him, but Shen Jikong seemed to know what she was going to do, and she firmly clasped her other hand without raising her eyelids.

He lowered his head, the light in the car was slightly dim, whether it was the lowered eyebrows or posture, the three words of possessiveness of men were vividly depicted.

"Shen Jikong!" Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't break free again, her breath was unstable: "You get out of here!" ”

His breath spilled on her fingers, and then a low, provocative laugh came out: "I didn't kiss you again." The slightly lighter pupil looked at her and said slowly: "Don't even kiss a little hand?" ”

“……”

The car was exceptionally quiet, and the driver drove without squinting.

Luo Qiao was stared at by the man in front of her for a moment, she moved, and in the next second, she lowered her head and kicked him directly on the calf.

Shen Jikong was defenseless, and was kicked by her, and it hurt the most to kick up this position, so he heard him snort and let go of her hand.

Luo Qiao immediately sat down next to him, his face slapping tightly.

The man inhaled, looked at the woman who was eager to be 800 meters away from him, and leaned against the back molars, laughing angrily.

……

The car finally stopped in front of an ornate manor.

The car door opened, Shen Jikong took the lead in getting out of the car, walked around the other side with long legs, and dragged Luo Qiao, who couldn't get out of the car seat.

So all the maids watched as their moody master dragged a beautiful woman into the manor.

The woman is exquisite-looking, with a pair of cat-like eyes that are extremely beautiful, and at this moment she is scolding the man who is pulling her: "Shen Jikong, you bastard, you let go of me!" ”

Shen Jikong didn't say a word, grabbed her wrist, pulled her through the living room, came to the room where he lived, and threw her directly on the bed.