The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 575 Teacher, Can I Steal Your Heart? (38)
Tu Zhimeng naturally knew what crooked ideas Lu Junchao was up to, just as he wished, he could add a new charge to Lu Junchao.

After getting in the car, Tu Zhimeng pretended to be playing with the phone, but actually turned on the recording function of the phone, so that it could be used as evidence in court in the future to give Lu Junchao an extra charge.

"Mengmeng is in his twenties this year?" While driving the car, Lu Junchao turned his attention to Tu Zhimeng, scrutinized her from top to bottom, and there was a look of amazement in his eyes.

The little girl looks weak and frail, and she looks clear and watery, but in fact she has a good figure, which has everything she should have.

"It's 21." Tu Zhimeng replied generously, put down the phone, and smiled.

Lu Junchao nodded, supported the steering wheel with one hand, patted Tu Zhimeng's thigh with the other hand, and sighed meaningfully: "21, you are not young, you are a big girl."

Tu Zhimeng lowered her eyes, looked at the hand on her thigh, and frowned. A flash of disgust flashed across her beautiful almond eyes, and she quickly retracted her eyes, regaining her composure, but she couldn't raise her smiling face. Expressionless.

She turned sideways slightly, avoiding Lu Junchao's extended hand, and smiled reluctantly: "Well, but, Uncle Lu, you'd better drive hard."

Seeing that the little girl looked like a frightened bunny, Lu Junchao's inner wickedness became stronger.

He smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up in a wanton arc. He put his big hand on the little girl's thigh again, pinched it wantonly, and said with a smirk, "What are you afraid of? Uncle is not a bad person."

Tu Zhimeng: "..."

She rolled her eyes silently in her heart, which is usually what bad guys say.

Then he continued to pretend to be very scared, and tried to move Lu Junchao's big hand away with his small hand, but was unexpectedly grabbed by the other party.

He pulled it over and kissed her.

"Very fragrant." Lu Junchao said to Tu Zhimeng while kissing.

Tu Zhimeng's body froze, and then her stomach turned upside down. She resisted the urge to vomit, and she didn't have the slightest interest in acting. Her delicate face gradually lost expression, and the innocence in her beautiful watery eyes also disappeared. don't go.

Instead, it was gloomy and cold, as if every look could turn into an ice knife, hitting the opponent's vitals directly.

Before she could speak, Lu Junchao felt that the air pressure in the car had dropped a lot, and his hairs stood up from being stared at, as if he had stopped breathing.

The way she looked at him was like looking at an unpardonable villain. The mixture of coldness and hostility would only make Lu Junchao feel creepy and chills down his back.

Tu Zhimeng withdrew her little hand little by little, and wiped it over and over again with a paper, but in the end she still felt that it was not clean, so she just wanted to go home immediately and wash it dozens of times with disinfectant.

Lu Junchao was so frightened by the little girl's eyes just now that he didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and drove the car peacefully, sneaking a peek at the little girl from time to time.

I saw that she had used up both boxes of paper in a daze, and her delicate and pretty face was full of disgust, as if Lu Junchao was some kind of cancer, no matter how much she wiped it, she couldn't clean it, and the only way to clean it was to chop off the whole hand .

Seeing the little girl's devoted appearance, Lu Junchao really didn't dare to bother her. For some reason, she just felt an inexplicable sense of fear...

After arriving at Tu Zhimeng's house, the little girl got out of the car directly, leaving behind a full seat of used tissues.

Then he turned around and smiled slightly at Lu Junchao: "I'm home, thank you Uncle Lu for taking me home, be careful when you go back!"

Her voice was delicate and soft, but the smile on her face froze little by little, and gradually became darker.

Lu Junchao felt his heart tremble when he heard it, and the automatic translation in his mind was: "May you be hit by a car!" He laughed dryly, said something simply, then started the engine as if fleeing, and disappeared in a flash.

At that moment, Tu Zhimeng could no longer bear the nausea in her heart, supported the tree trunk next to her, vomited twice, went upstairs, and washed her little hands touched by Lu Junchao several times with disinfectant water, until she almost peeled off the skin before giving up.

　four shifts

　　Tuzhimeng unlocks the sick and delicate attribute!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)