Zhao Mengyao didn't dare to open her eyes again, so she had to lean tightly into that embrace, letting her body be dragged ashore.

The moment she came out of the water, Zhao Mengyao couldn't help but shudder.

It's too cold.

"Zhao Mengyao! Are you stupid! Just have a fever to get better, what water to play with! You don't want to die! ”

Hearing Li Yinglong's voice, Zhao Mengyao was not surprised, on the contrary, there was a wonderful sense of security. As if as long as he was there, all problems could not be considered problems.

Li Yinglong scolded her while scooping up the suit jacket he had thrown on the edge of the pool and wrapped Zhao Mengyao's wet body.

The water-stained school uniform shirt was almost translucent, and Li Yinglong didn't dare to look at it at all, but fortunately, his coat looked very big for Zhao Mengyao to wear, almost wrapping her whole body. Only the calves are exposed.

Zhao Mengyao trembled while not forgetting to complain: "Li Yinglong, did you install a tracker on me?" ”

It was originally just a joke, but Li Yinglong's side was silent.

Zhao Mengyao's eyes widened: "Is it difficult, really pretending?!" ”

It didn't take long for Li Yinglong to follow her when she arrived at the swimming pool, which was really abnormal.

Li Yinglong's arrogance suddenly died down. As if he wanted to hide something, he picked up Zhao Mengyao horizontally, and then walked straight out without saying a word.

"Hey, my bag! My bag is still under the pool! ”

Li Yinglong paused, and the expression on his face suddenly became very gloomy: "Why is your schoolbag there?" ”

Zhao Mengyao shrugged her shoulders and didn't bother to sue: "Who looks at me unpleasantly." ”

Li Yinglong narrowed his eyes dangerously, who dares to look at my woman unpleasantly? Don't want to die?

"Let the schoolbag be picked up by Yangtian, you don't have to worry."

As soon as Zhao Mengyao wanted to say something, she sneezed.

Li Yinglong frowned worriedly, and then quickened his pace and walked out.

It's just a short time after school ends, and the sports field is full of students walking on the track after eating, or boys playing ball together.

Li Yinglong just stepped onto the sports field with a soggy soup chicken, and it attracted countless eyes.

Zhao Mengyao couldn't help but lean into Li Yinglong's arms, buried his little head in his chest, heard his heart beating fast, banging into his chest, and couldn't help joking: "What's wrong, Mr. Li?" Is your heart beating so fast and you're sick? ”

Li Yinglong was angry and funny: "Yes, you are sick, and you are the culprit." ”

The corners of Zhao Mengyao's lips were slightly hooked, and her heart was a little sweet, but she didn't show it, and she was still gagging: "Oh? What's the matter with me? ”

Li Yinglong really wanted to cure Zhao Mengyao's unreasonable and clever little mouth, but unfortunately the timing and occasion were not quite right.

"If you are skinny, I will carry you around the runway three times, and I will make you the headlines tomorrow."

"Poof." Zhao Mengyao never expected that Li Yinglong, the master of the dignified Nine Fields and the president who is worth an incalculable amount, would use such a naïve threat method.

But she was afraid that this person was not joking, what if she really hugged her three times later, she couldn't afford to lose this person.

"I'm wrong, I'm scared, okay?" Zhao Mengyao admitted with a smile.

Li Yinglong chuckled lightly and replied, "It's quite familiar." Call your husband and forgive you. ”

“…… You're taking advantage of others! Zhao Mengyao pouted.