Chapter 22: The taste is so strong
"Get down!"
Li Shenmo glanced at Lu Beichuan.
Before this, Lu Beichuan made up his mind to study and study it carefully.
But now.
He said that for the first time, he felt that the sound of Li Shenmo letting him roll was so pleasant.
He waved his hand and almost crawled out of the car.
He always thought that Li Shenmo was not close to women, and he didn't look down on those vulgar fans.
But I never expected it.
He has such a strong taste.
I actually like this kind of "demons and monsters"!
He said a long time ago that men and women are prone to hold back this kind of thing for a long time.
No, it's perverted, right?
As soon as Lu Beichuan left, there were only two people left in the wide carriage, Nan Qiaoqiao and Li Shenmo.
Nan Qiaoqiao bowed his head and pretended to be shy.
She wondered, this man called himself over, maybe there was something to say, right?
But.
Minutes and seconds passed.
There was still silence in the carriage, and the man did not speak.
Nan Qiaoqiao didn't dare to look up.
The man's momentum is too strong.
Even just sitting there quietly can give people a very intense sense of oppression.
Five minutes passed.
The man on the other side remained silent.
What's the situation?
Let his subordinates catch him, but he didn't say a word, could it be that he let himself accompany him in a daze?
Nan Qiaoqiao bowed his head the whole time, and his neck was very sore at this time.
She was about to move her neck.
But this look up almost didn't make her dumbfounded.
Because the man sitting opposite actually closed his eyes.
No...... Asleep, right?
Nan Qiaoqiao furrowed his brows and stepped forward.
Stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him—
No response.
it!
Really asleep!
Nan Qiaoqiao felt that she might have been tricked.
She scrambled to her feet, reaching for the doorknob.
This man is not mistaken, right?
She still thinks that he is chasing after her beauty because he has fallen in love with her?
After doing it for a long time, her messy face turned white?
The hand has just touched the doorknob.
Suddenly, the wrist was held by a large, warm hand.
Nan Qiaoqiao was furious, and when he turned around, he was about to have a seizure, but he met a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were as deep as the sea.
Half-asleep and half-awake, the thick tiredness made him fade away from the coldness he saw at first sight.
Only soft attachment remains.
Thin lips lightly:
"Don't go."
With a force on his arm, he dragged Nan Qiaoqiao back into his seat.
That sleepy-eyed look looks like an innocent big child.
Who would have thought that the man in front of him, who was as cold as steel, would have such a side.
This careless nostalgia made Nan Qiaoqiao's heart slammed.
"Nan Qiaoqiao, at this time, if you leave, you are committing a crime!"
Somewhere in my heart, this voice kept echoing.
The devil sends God.
Nan Qiaoqiao nodded inexplicably:
"I'm not leaving."
These three words, for Li Shenmo, are simply the sound of heaven.
He closed his eyes in reassurance.
And then—
Sleep in seconds.
The sound of breathing gradually calms down.
After making sure that the man was really asleep, Nan Qiaoqiao turned his face.
He looked carefully at the man opposite.
That face, like a masterpiece of God, was without a single blemish.
Even the skin is so good that it makes women jealous.
It would be more perfect if there was no tiredness leaking out between the eyebrows.
Nan Jojo stared at him.
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in the depths of my mind:
Why, the more the man in front of him looks, the more familiar he becomes?
It's like...... It's like I've seen it somewhere!