A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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After waiting in the car for a few minutes, but there was no movement from the driver, Sikong Jingqiu rolled down the glass of the window with a sullen face, and said coldly, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drive back to Sikong Mansion."

"Yes... yes!" After being reprimanded in such a low voice, the driver finally came to his senses, hurriedly got into the driver's seat, closed the door, put on his seat belt, and started the car.

The car slowly exited the not-so-spacious alley, turned a corner at the intersection, and drove steadily onto the main road leading to Sikong Mansion. [

The high-rise buildings and landscape trees outside the car window are constantly receding, and there are also colorful billboards, inflatable arches for various promotions at the entrance of the business, etc., which are full of signs of urbanization...

Haiyue's body was stiff, sitting on Sikong Jingqiu's lap, without any thought of admiring the scenery outside the window, grabbing Sikong Jingqiu's blood-stained shirt, and buried herself tightly in his chest.

But even so, her heart was still trembling and frightened uncontrollably.

Although Sikong Jingqiu didn't speak, Haiyue felt it from his tense muscles, and he was very angry.

Haiyue grabbed the shirt on Sikong Jingqiu's chest with such strength that her finger bones turned white, and the cloth in her hand was twisted into pickles, crumpled, as if this could alleviate some inner fears.

If, later, Sikong Jingqiu asked why she appeared at Du Yunyan's house, how would he answer?

Thinking of this, Haiyue felt as if the blood in her whole body was frozen in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

Of course, it is impossible for Sikong Jingqiu not to notice Haiyue's small movements. He frowned and looked at the regressing scenery outside the window. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the trembling person curled up in his arms. His eyes darkened, and the line of his jaw tightened suddenly.

Even though his mood fluctuated violently and there was a rush of fury in his chest, Sikong Jingqiu didn't have any plans to speak.

After all, they are still on the road, in the car, it is not suitable to talk about things here, let alone there is an outsider present...

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the driver, Xiao Wu, who was concentrating on driving, and pursed his lips tightly.