That night, Jiang Qingyan left the dinner party early as usual.

Because of some alcohol, he leaned on the back seat of the car with a headache.

On the way back to the Jiang family's manor, a dark shadow suddenly appeared, blocking the way of the convoy.

The drivers hit the brakes in time, but they still bumped into the woman sitting in the black Rolls-Royce in the middle.

The driver who took the lead went down to check and saw that the man in black had fallen unconscious, because it was too dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own car that knocked him to the ground.

He stretched out his hand to test the man's breath, and found that he was still angry, and the injury did not seem to be very serious, so he ran to the car in the middle to report the situation.

As soon as Lao Zhang approached, the car window next to Jiang Qingyan was automatically lowered, and the cold wind that poured in her face made her sober up a lot.

"Miss, I bumped into a man, he was unconscious, it doesn't look like his injuries are very serious, do you want to send him to the hospital?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Touching porcelain?" ”

This kind of thing Jiang Qingyan has been common, and in the past year, there have been no less than a hundred men who have stopped her car in various ways.

Originally, she would not pursue such a trivial matter, but today she was in a bad mood, so she said uncharacteristically: "Bring him here?" ”

"Brought to your car?"

She began to get impatient: "Do you want me to repeat it again?" ”

Jiang Bijin was put in her car by Jiang Qingyan's two bodyguards, and in the dark night, the black convoy began to move forward again.

In the back seat, Jiang Qingyan's white and slender knuckles pinched the man's jaw.

"It's good-looking, but it's a pity that it's the skin that is useless."

She let go of the man's face in a fit of interest.

Jiang Rujin opened his jewel-like eyes, his slender eyelashes were fluttering, obviously very white and tender, but the aura was weird.

"You're wrong, it's not just my face that works best on my whole body."

Jiang Qingyan once again looked at his face, and from the moment she heard his uneven breathing after he got into the car, she knew that this person was pretending to be dizzy, and she deliberately said that just to force him to show his original form!

Jiang Yijin smiled and took Jiang Qingyan's hand and put it in his treasure, and he seemed to feel the heat through his pants.

She was disgusted for a while, and said coldly: "I don't like frivolous men, it's too dirty." ”

Instead of getting angry, he explained to her, "I'm clean, and I'm very skilled, would you like to try it with me?" I'm sure you'll love it! ”

She just thought his remark was a little funny, "Clean and technically good are contradictory words. ”

His thin lips opened slightly, and his heavenly voice said slowly: "You are 24 years old this year, and you have just taken over the Jiang Group for a year, your favorite color is black, your favorite clothes are women's suits, your favorite fruit is cherries, and you and the son of the Pei Group have been engaged for two years. ”

She pursed her lips, "These are the materials you said on Baidu." ”

The world knows it.

Jiang Bijin nodded, "Among the one hundred and twenty-seven people who touched porcelain, I am the only man who can be driven by you!" ”

He bit the word "on you", and it is very ambiguous to read coherently.

He boldly leaned over Jiang Qingyan's right ear, and the scorching breath poured down, accompanied by his Susu voice: "I also know that the person you hate the most is your mother!" ”