Song Xingran heard him say this, and subconsciously looked at the arm on his hand.

He was in a suit and couldn't see anything at all.

"So, so what?"

Her voice stuttered a little, perhaps because the car was too cramped and the sense of oppression was too strong.

Lu Qingchen suddenly stepped forward, staring at the girl in front of him with dark eyes.

Song Xingran breathed tightly, wanting to stay away from him, and his body involuntarily leaned back.

But he saw Lu Qingchen wrapping his hands and holding her in his arms.

The warm breath greeted him, and Song Xingran's brain brushed up, and it was all blank.

Her heart was pounding, her body was stiff, and she didn't dare to move.

Lu Qingchen felt her nervousness and fear, and suddenly hugged her tighter.

He bowed his head to her ear, and said softly with thin lips: "But, I can still hold you." ”

His voice is deep and deep, sexy and magnetic, always with a sultry charm.

The scorching breath hit her ears, and Song Xingran's white ears turned red all of a sudden.

"If you have something to say, don't be like this all the time."

Song Xingran struggled in his arms, a little anxious, and even his voice was full of grievances.

Lu Qingchen didn't let go as if he hadn't heard anything.

He couldn't let go.

His dyeing is like an addictive poison, once it is contaminated, it becomes addictive, and this poison has long been soaked into the bone marrow and can no longer be released.

Song Xingran saw that he didn't move, and he didn't care about the injuries on his hands, so he didn't dare to try too hard at all.

In the end, I only felt aggrieved in my heart, sniffed, and said softly: "Lu Qingchen, don't always bully me." ”

When Lu Qingchen heard her say this, his body was stunned, and his deep eyes darkened.

"Dye, I regret it."

I regret that I shouldn't have let you go like that.

Song Xingran's heart trembled, feeling his scorching temperature, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Lu Qingchen let go of her.

Lowered eyes, staring at her hand.

The place where it was burned before was almost better, but there was a shallow scar on the back of the hand.

His eyes were gloomy and his brow furrowed.

Song Xingran noticed her gaze, quickly hid his hand behind him, and said spinelessly: "It's much better." ”

After saying this, she especially wanted to give herself two big ear scrapers.

Bah.

Song Xingran, can you have a little backbone? 
Didn't you take the initiative to report to him?

Lu Qingchen didn't speak, as if the atmosphere had fallen into the ice cellar all of a sudden.

"Today, you went to my house and said to my grandfather?"

Song Xingran tried hard to get away from the topic, of course, this was also what she was confused about.

"Want to know?"

Lu Qingchen leaned lazily on the back of the seat, his voice low and hoarse.

"Hmm."

Song Xingran nodded, because of his distance, his heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

"Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

His eyes were scorching, his voice was mellow and pleasant, and the lights of the car hit his handsome face, adding a touch of evil.

is obviously such a bastard cheeky sentence, but he said it like this, but he was not frivolous at all.

Song Xingran's face turned even redder.

casually scolded: "Shameless." ”

Then he opened the car door in a rage and ran to his car.

Lu Qingchen looked at her back in a panic, and the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked up a faint smile.

Handsome.

"Xiao Yang."

Xiao Yang, who had been standing outside the car, heard Lu Qingchen call him and hurriedly responded: "Here." ”

"She still likes me, doesn't she?"

There was subtle pleasure in the man's voice.

Xiao Yang: "......"