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An Yin's heart is seven up and eight down.

Isn't this bastard an old driver, who does this kind of thing in the car?

The hand that was being held by Qin Jian was suddenly pinched hard by Qin Jian.

Pain!

An Yin quickly turned his head and looked at Qin Jian.

Qin Jian didn't look at her, he was holding his mobile phone in one hand and texting.

He was tall, and she was wearing half-heels, and the top of her head could barely pass his shoulders, and from her angle, she had to lean over to see what he was texting.

However, text messages are private, and he does things every minute and involves work, and Li Yang is still following behind, so she can't stick it on him, so she has to go her own way.

The phone 'ding' sounded.

An Yin took out his mobile phone, and it was actually a text message from Qin Jian.

[Comfortable just now? 】

An Yin was uncomfortable, and the whole person was not good after reading the text message.

Ask her about this on the street.

Shameless, stinky rascal!

An Yin grinded her teeth.

[How many women have you slept with in the car?] 】

Qin Jian looked at the text message and smiled, and glanced at the woman beside him: [I want to think about it. 】

An Yin suddenly became angry, and he held his hand hard, Qin Jian's palm tightened, in public, An Yin was not good at moving too much, attracting the attention of others, so he could only use force secretly.

But the harder she pushed, the tighter he gripped it, and she couldn't pull her hand out with great effort.

The phone light flashes and the text message pops up.

[Move again, the sweat comes out, the fragrance is about to come out, and your incense beads are wiped white. 】

An Yin put her phone in her pocket.

No matter what, even if it is fragrant all the way, you have to draw a line with this stallion man.

An Yin not only used his hand hard, but also began to help with the other hand, picking at his hand.

Qin Jian chuckled in a low voice, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "You're the only one." ”

An Yin's movements stopped instantly, and when he looked up at him, the man's narrow eyes were full of playful smiles, "What a heavy vinegar smell!" ”

Vinegar your sister.

An Yin was gasped, and took out his mobile phone again: [I don't believe it, it's so skilled, it's clearly an old driver.] 】

[What do you mean, I'm good at technology?] 】

An Yin vomited blood, and whatever she said could be twisted by him in that direction, she quickly replied: [What's good? Super bad! 】

Bad, super bad?

Qin Jian's face was expressionless: [Continue to practice for a while, practice until 'good'! ] 】

"......" An Yin wanted to smash the phone on the handsome face of the man next to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the pedestrians around him frequently looked at the man next to her, and after reading it, he would naturally take a look at the woman walking beside him.

Whatever she does, she will be looked at.

It's a bad feeling to be stared at.

An Yin inhales and calms down.

[Let go, this is on the street, so many people are watching, being photographed, and there is going to be trouble again. 】

Her identity is the adopted daughter of the Qin family, and he is the crown prince of the Qin family, although she does not know where to hang it up, but it is also a brother and sister relationship.

Their relationship, hand-in-hand shopping, is too intimate.

[Someone handles it.] Qin Jian put his phone in his pocket.

An Yin looked left and right, only to find that there were many bodyguards mixed in the surrounding crowd, but anyone who planned to take pictures or videos was stopped in time.

After entering the mall, Qin Jian let go of An Yin's hand.

Next, An Yin was so depressed that she wanted to kill.

The indulgence in the car just now, complete indulgence, constant pleasure, his legs were already weak, and he was actually dragged by him to visit the entire shopping mall, so tired that he almost fell down.

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