Mr. Ji's little luck

Chapter 169 She Cries Like a Child

　Ji Zefeng's voice came out coldly from between his teeth.

Between the cold anger, word for word, like a sharp ice blade, ruthlessly!

　The eyes of the men did not even dare to look at Ji Zefeng standing in front of them.

Just a back view can make people feel cold and daunting.

The domineering Dark Wind, if they weren't Ji Zefeng's best friends, if they were someone else, they would have been so scared that they would have run so far away!

　
　A suburb of city A.

　Along the way, Gu Yimi was in a daze.

Gu Yimi didn't know what he was thinking, pictures kept appearing in his mind, and the words of Ji Zefeng and Su Mengran kept crossing in his ears:

　Ji Zefeng: "Yimi, Gu Yimi, she is my girlfriend."

　Su Mengran: "Don't you think your eyes look a lot like mine?"

　Ji Zefeng: "Yimi, Gu Yimi, she is my girlfriend."

　Su Mengran: "You are just a substitute for me!"

　Ji Zefeng: "Yimi, Gu Yimi, she is my girlfriend."

　Su Mengran: "Roll as far as you can."

　
　Gu Yimi hugged her head in pain, and inserted her ten fingers into her hair weakly and deeply.

She tried to calm herself down, but the wounded heart that was bleeding couldn't stop, drop by drop.
　Tears flowed silently
　
　Suddenly felt a burst of warmth.

The man's domineering and firm embrace gave Gu Yimi a place to temporarily soothe her wounded heart.

　She is tired, very tired.

　Zhao Zimo didn't let go of any of the woman's expressions.

Even with his head down, he could imagine that the way Gu Yimi was crying gave him the urge to protect for the first time.

　The car had already turned off, and it was parked in front of a villa that was as mysterious and dark as Zhao Zimo but with a unique coolness.

　So, the big hand reached out to the woman beside him involuntarily, and gently held her in his arms.

When Zhao Zimo realized what he was doing, it was too late——
He has already hugged Gu Yimi tightly in his arms.

Between the nostrils, lingering, there is a faint body fragrance, which is the smell emanating from Gu Yimi's body.

　It seems that there is something wrong with the lacrimal gland, Gu Yimi's eyes, like water drops, can't stop flowing.

　And the more I cried, the more I felt wronged.

　At this moment, Gu Yimi was crying like a child in front of a man who could even be said to be just a stranger.

Without the strength of pretending in the daytime
　It would be great if she could just cry unscrupulously in Ji Zefeng's arms like this
　But she can't and won't
　Faint night, the invisible distance——
A piece of chaotic black, mysterious and melodious, like a woman wearing a layer of black tulle, with a tactful mystery, quietly, silently, standing in the distance, just looking at you so quietly.

　After an unknown amount of time, the gurgling tears from the corners of his eyes finally stopped.

(End of this chapter)