They all said that there was something wrong, and they 'got out of the car and waited for me'.

Is it so domineering.

Shen Jing also gave Zhou Lushen another address: "At 7 o'clock, I want to see my grandmother, and I don't have time yet."

It was the address where my grandmother lived.

There was no reply there.

Shen Jing extinguished her mobile phone, and half an hour later, asked the driver to stop at the intersection in front, walked back to the alley with a small umbrella, collected the umbrella, entered the door, and went upstairs.

Pushing open the door, the teacups, dishes and chopsticks on the table are still neatly placed, someone cleans up every day, and the uncle who lives next door often comes to take care of his grandmother.

Shen Jing leaned against the door for a while and turned off the lights.

Grandma's voice came from the room, "Nan Nan is back, have you eaten the rice?" ”

Shen Jing had no choice but to turn on the light again and replied, "I've eaten." ”

After a long time, my grandmother was silent again, Shen Jing walked to the door of the room, stretched out her head to probe, and the person slept quietly.

“….”

The splendor of the lights adorns the city, and the smoke and rain are drenched.

The black sports car brakes and stops at the intersection.

Zhou Lu glanced casually.

There was a little girl standing at the intersection, wearing a beige slim dress, holding her arms with one hand, holding a small transparent umbrella with her free hand, bowing her head slightly, and playing with the shallow stagnant water on the ground.

From time to time, the heels touch the puddle lightly.

At this time, the night was a little cooler, the wind gently blew through her long hair that was scattered, and in the dark of the backlight, she looked pitiful and thin.

Timely.

The little girl slowly raised her eyes to look over, then put away the umbrella and got into the car and pulled the seat belt.

Zhou Lushen never asked her where she lived, so naturally she didn't say anything.

He wasn't on time, he was 4 minutes late.

Zhou Lushen didn't start the car in a hurry, his long arms were bent against the window against his handsome side face, and his lips, which were as thin as a knife blade, were slightly pursed, "Like to tread water?" ”

"Huh?" Shen Jing was stunned and looked up at him, "Don't you like it." ”

Zhou Lu let out a faint smile from his snort, did not speak, started the car button with his fingers, hit the steering wheel and left.

In the closed carriage, the atmosphere without topics is particularly subtle.

Breathing a little fast and a little bit of a daunting mood.

There is always the same smell in his car, I can't tell if it's perfume or the smell on his body, the cold fragrance is very strong, it smells like a thousand years of sandalwood fat soaked in snow, deep and dense and good.

His unspoken indifference, the scent seems to appear more and more sultry.

Shen Jing even wanted to ask if it was perfume or the smell of his suit.

While he was waiting for the traffic light, Shen Jing leaned over slightly, moved to his shoulder, and quietly sniffed the black suit on his body.

The sandalwood flavor is deeper and warmer, and the masculinity is extremely seductive.

Zhou Lushen's eyelids lifted slightly, and he didn't hesitate to glance at her, "What to do." ”

Shen Jing sat up straight in surprise and picked at her seat belt with her hand.

She shifted her attention, "You have to drive well, take pictures, fine." ”

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Zhou Lushen's lips with a smile, this is the one who has been concentrating on driving, and it is she who is restless.

He stepped on the accelerator, hit the steering wheel with one hand, and his free hand grabbed Shen Jing's palm, pinched it in his thick palm and rubbed it.

Clearly, before he could hold it warm, he stretched out her palm, almost using brute force to penetrate his fingers.

After clasping the ten fingers, place them on your thighs.

Shen Jing's eyelids jumped, but she didn't react, her hand was already pressed on the man's comfortable trousers, and her domineering fingers were interlocked.

His good-looking thin lips moved slightly, "What to do, I don't want to drive well." ”

His tone of voice is always relaxed and comfortable, with a bit of ambiguity.

Makes people sound bad.

Yes, it's bad.

It's not completely bad, and he flirts with her calmly.

Shen Jing leaned back in the seat and tilted her head, "Then blame me?" ”

He smiled and glared at her, "Still angry with me?" ”