"......" An Moran looked up at Gong Shaoming, who was trying to restrain his anger, his handsome face was obviously depressed, but he didn't rush up to force her.

This is not like his style of acting at all, the current Gong Shaoming has not long been accustomed to self-respect, and he actually knows to respect her opinion, not to forcibly dress her and take her away.

"If you don't want to know, you can't go out?" An Mo pursed his lips and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Gong Shaoming's eyebrows sank, "Come here, I'll dress you, if you want to go out without wearing anything, I can reluctantly agree." ”

"......" An Moran shrank back uneasily, knowing that the overlord would not have a day to change his ways, how could she think that Gong Shaoming would really respect her opinion.

Seeing the complete resistance on An Moran's face, Gong Shaoming's stamina was exhausted.

A few strides forward, stretched out his hand to drag the person from the quilt to his arms, put the long skirt on her with a big hand, restrained the desire ~ hope rising on his body, carried An Moran to his shoulders, and walked straight to the door.

"You let me down, I can go by myself." Ahn Mo Ran protested.

Does this man treat her as a sandbag, just carrying it on her shoulders, she is going to vomit!

An Moran has never been a submissive little sheep, and her apology to Gong Shaoming has forced her to lose herself, but people's temperament really can't be changed, especially in front of their closest people.

Gong Shaoming paused, raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, his eyes fell between her legs~, and his thin lips hooked, "Are you sure you can go by yourself now?" ”

An Moran's face turned red, he turned his head away from him, and let Gong Shaoming carry her to the front of the car, and the subordinate respectfully opened the car door, and An Moran was stuffed into the passenger seat by him.

"Master, you still have an arm injury, I'll drive." The driver of the Gong family glanced at Gong Shaoming's injured arm and asked with concern.

"Get out!" Gong Shaoming forced a word out of his throat, and Wei'an's body quickly stepped into the driver's seat, started the engine, reversed, stepped on the accelerator, and the black luxury car quickly drove away from the palace mansion.

The taut handsome face twisted and glanced at An Mo from time to time, and his eyes were sharp with a little difficult emotion.

An Moran was covered in sweat by him, knowing that the driver's words reminded him of the incident of shooting at him, he looked away, and pulled his lips, "Where do you want to take me?" ”

Gong Shaoming glanced at her and smiled coldly, "It's not that I don't want to go, suddenly asking so deliberately is deliberately changing the topic, An Moran, I engrave every expression of you in my heart, you think your mind can escape my eyes!" ”

When Gong Shaoming's words fell, An Moran turned his head in shock, looking at his handsome face in a daze, with a hint of wetness in his beautiful eyes.

I have engraved every expression of you in my heart......

Will he still remember the meaning of each of her small movements?

"Damn it!"

Gong Shaoming cursed secretly in his heart, knowing that he had leaked his mouth, Jun's face was cold, and he turned his head and continued to drive.

The gunshot wound on his hand kept pulling the wound, and the gauze slowly oozing blood.

"Your wound is open, stop, Gong Shaoming, I said stop!"

When An Mo saw his bloodstained arm, his whole person was anxious.

She didn't know where Gong Shaoming wanted to take her, but forcibly driving like this at the risk of injury didn't look like a good sign at all.