Ben was under pressure to meet the prince of Dubai, and by the time he came out of the palace, his president had already flown away on a plane.

Looking at the suddenly empty tarmac of the secret base, Ben was suddenly a little stunned. Since the president retired from the killer world seven years ago, the F-107, which claims to be the world's fastest private jet, has been in the dust for many years.

Unexpectedly...

The president actually drove this away today, isn't he afraid of causing a sensation?

Young grandma, young grandma, how did you mess with the president?

Not only him, but even Qin Chen, who flew into the air, didn't expect that he would come out with this in the heat of his head.

Thinking of that series of consequences, he suddenly felt a little helpless.

But thinking about it from another angle, now Luo Huaguo is not so peaceful, he has been comfortable for too long, and it is time to show his claws. Besides, Lu Raorao is the young grandmother of the Qin family, so these bloody and dark will be known sooner or later.

But he will also do his best to keep his family out of danger.

After all, the smell of blood is not so good...

Thinking of this, Qin Chen's mood slowly calmed down.

Five hours later, the plane landed steadily in H City, the capital of Luohua. There was already a special car prepared there, and as soon as he got in the car, the driver and assistant reported to Qin Chen every move Lu Raorao had made at home these days.

The degree of professionalism even describes the punctuation used by Lu Raorao when she spoke.

"So... Young grandma hasn't mentioned me a word these days. After a moment of contemplation, the man pursed his lips slightly.

The driver, who was shrouded in cold eyes, shuddered and said truthfully: "Yes, president." The young grandmother just let out a sigh when she heard that you were gone, and there was nothing else. ”

"Oh." Qin Chen bowed his forehead and did not speak again.

The driver's hairs all over his body stood up in those cold eyes, and the car drove fast all the way, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be knocked out by his own boss.

When Qin Chen walked into the courtyard, Lu Raorao was lying in the hammock in the courtyard, her small body curled up together, her curved willow eyebrows buckled inward, and a few drops of crystal sweat condensed on her white nose.

The pink lips were wrinkled together, and the pain was written on the little face the size of a palm.

What's wrong with her?

Qin Chen was about to stretch out his hand, but the person in the hammock rolled over and muttered.

"Less repair... Less repair..."

"Don't..."

"No... Nope.."

The woman's whispered voice came into Qin Chen's ears with great clarity. Under the evening breeze, the sunset stretched his figure very long, and merged with the shadow of Lu Raojiao on the ground, which seemed to be such a beautiful picture. And yet the content is so pale.

He remembered that on the night of his birthday, the woman seemed to have been calling this name all the time, and he thought that after all these days, plus those things in the Lu family, she should have died.

However, at this moment, it seems that in Lu Raorao's subconscious, it seems that she has not let go.

Rational as he was, he did not wake up the woman to question, but slowly withdrew his gaze from the woman, turned around and walked into the hall.

The servants didn't know what Lu Raorao said in her dream, but looking at the iceberg-like expression of their president, they all trembled.

Qin Chen took a bath, and the breath of killing on his body was well buried again, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he was bumped into his arms by a soft body.

"Hmm..."

Lu Raojiao rubbed her head sleepwalking, and as soon as she raised her head, her lips pressed against her cold chest, instantly putting her reason back in place.

The white and tender little face instantly turned extremely red.

"You... You... You!"

There was a hint of forbearance in the man's deep eyes, and his cold voice was slightly hoarse, and he tried to control himself.

The heart was pounding, and the woman's head went blank. That burning gaze carried an unrivaled domineering.

"Why don't you contact me?"

"Am I that scary?" Qin Chen suddenly let go of the hand that was holding the woman, got up and shrouded himself in the nightgown.

Lu Raorao nodded subconsciously, and quickly shook her head violently.

Hurriedly explained: "No, it's not scary... I was just... I just haven't gotten used to it yet..."

"Adapt to what?" The man raised his eyebrows, and an intriguing cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Adapt to our relationship, adapt to you..." her voice was soft, soft.

In a simple sentence, explain clearly why you don't call these days.