Her forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, and she raised her hand to wipe it off.

Behind them, the black convoy came to a steady stop.

The door opened, and a chubby Harry jumped down and howled at Suf.

Hearing Harry's voice, Sov turned around and saw the black Lincoln convoy coming up at an unknown time.

She pursed the corners of her lips and looked at the man sitting in the back seat, her handsome face was cold and solemn, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and the contours of his side face were three-dimensional and deep.

Just as God carved and carved it.

Handsome and picturesque, exquisite.

Harry climbed into Soph's arms, and he hugged it strongly, and his little furry head rubbed against Soph's face.

The light sweat on Sof's face was still there, and the loss was stained with a lot of hair when it was rubbed by its furry head.

"Harry, go back."

"Meow." Harry stared at her with wide, round eyes.

Harry wouldn't go, and lay in her arms, meowing like a scoundrel.

Sofu lowered her head and pointed her index finger at its head, "What are you called, you porcelain toucher." ”

Shangguan Ling sat quietly for a while, but before Su Fu came up, his eyes sank, so he had to get out of the car.

The man's long legs were wrapped in well-textured trousers, making him look straight and slender.

The black shirt was worn on him, and the innate nobility and cold edge that could not be concealed made people feel afraid.

Shangguan Ling came behind Su Fu, and Su Fu stood up with Harry in his arms, and his momentum could not be lost.

Looking down on him, Sov felt that her momentum was shortened.

She took a few steps back, pulled away from her, and looked him in the eye, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Find Harry."

Sove: ""

Didn't Harry open the door and lower it himself, so how could he find it?

"Meow." Harry howled majestically at Shangguan Ling, as if asking for credit.

"Looking for Harry, huh?" Suf held Harry in her arms forward, "Here you go." ”

Harry, who was carried in the air, changed his majestic momentum just now, and suddenly got up.

It glanced at the Director, then at Sove.

In the end, he could only kick his limbs pitifully twice, and then wilted.

Shangguan Ling's eyes were fierce, and the sharp eye knife was about to shoot at her, Jiang Chuan, who was standing by the car door, shook his head and secretly glanced at him.

Young master, don't!

Be gentle!

Be considerate!

Shangguan Ling quietly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes were slightly cold and staring at Su Fu, she likes gentleness so much?

Fifteen minutes ago

Shangguan Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, looked at Su Fu's stubborn back, and left with vague steps.

Her words pierced him deeply.

Shangguan Ling didn't know, what were all the kindnesses he had to her?

He picked up his mobile phone and was about to call Gu Jinglan, but his finger paused on his number for a while, and then he gave up again.

Call He Junbai instead.

"What's wrong, Shangguan?" He Junbai's voice was a little tired.

"What should a woman do if she only sees those who are gentle with her, and no one else can see her?"

He Junbai was stunned for a while before he figured out the complicated relationship between the three people in his words.

He laughed, "Shangguan, the woman is a little madman, the others are you, who is the other gentle person?" ”

Shangguan Ling suddenly became irritable, and in his sight, Su Fu's stubborn back became more and more nameless, "Don't ask, just tell me what to do when something like this happens." ”