Has President Yu succeeded in chasing his wife today?

Chapter 152 "Yu Qing, I didn't kill you."

What do you mean, even if I was cheated out of money by him, what does it matter to him?

What is she talking about?

"The way you stand on the side of the road now is like a flower waiting to be pinched in the eyes of men. I have to wait for you to be pinched before I take care of you?"

Yu Qing looked at his face, so blurry that he could only capture his deep eyes that seemed to be on fire.

Why do you want to kill her?
What did she do wrong?

Unexplainable emotions welled up in her heart, Yu Qing almost bit her lower lip, turned around and left.

But just before he turned around and took a few steps, Yu Yanshen grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

She was too thin, Yu Yanshen even felt that he didn't have any strength at all, she was pulled into his arms like this.

Thinking of this, his expression darkened even more.

"What are you doing... let me go!" Yu Qing struggled almost instantly.

Yu Yanshen held her arm with one hand, his deep voice contained inexplicable danger.

"If you continue to move, I really have to do something."

Yu Qing's head was a little dazed, and he looked at his sharp side face through the light of the street lamp in a daze.

Yu Yanshen looked at her with deeper and deeper eyes, and almost without hesitation, he stuffed her directly into the co-pilot.

Hitting her head on the car, Yu Qing hissed in pain, Yu Yanshen subconsciously stopped and glanced at her, seeing that she didn't continue to say anything, turned and got into the driving seat.

Yu Qing glanced at Yu Yanshen from the corner of her eye.

A man with a dark face can be the bottom of the pot.

What is he angry about?Shouldn't it be her who is angry?
Speechless.

Yu Qing almost became more and more angry as he thought about it. He slumped in the passenger seat by himself, and it was written all over his face that I was unhappy.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit strange, it was said to be tense, but in fact there was no smell of gunpowder.

It is said to be like glue, and there is no ambiguous feeling.

Yu Yanshen glanced at Yu Qing through the rearview mirror, his voice was a little stiff.

"To your house or my house?"

Yu Qing looked angrily at the calm but turbulent river outside the window.

"Go to the Little Yellow River."

Just jump down, dog man.

Yu Yan squeezed the steering wheel deeply, and he looked at Yu Qing.

"Did you drink too much?"

She was not the type to say such a thing.

She could do it in the past, but she can't say it now.

In addition, when he was at the hot pot restaurant before, he saw that she hardly ate much and was drinking fruit wine.

Although the fruit wine is delicious, it has a lot of stamina.

"No," Yu Qing muttered, "I just want you to see the scenery under the river."

Drank too much.

Yu Yanshen reached this conclusion in his heart almost instantly.

"You dare to chat with that man when you're drunk. You're still 16 years old? Don't you know people's hearts are sinister?"

"Why can't I chat with that man when I'm drunk?" Yu Qing suddenly sat up straight and looked at Yu Yanshen with hazy eyes, "What are you doing out of eating hot pot uncomfortably? of?"

"...I didn't kill you."

Through the lights on the bridge, Yu Yanshen saw that Yu Qing's face was blushing.

It was almost a cavity of anger that died down almost all of a sudden.

Yu Qing didn't speak, and collapsed on the co-pilot again.

"Yu Qing, I didn't kill you."

"I'm just worried about you, not murdering you."

Yu Qing snorted, soft and crispy.

"I'm worried that I will be abducted by other men. Dong Gongfu can't continue filming. Will it block some people's footsteps?"

"..."

"Or you haven't slept with me yet, would you be upset if I was tricked into sleeping?"

"...Yu Qing, don't talk."

"I don't, that's what you think!"

　Fuck me, Yu Qing is so cute.

　　The contrast between Gao Leng Yujie, I have long wanted to write.

　　Vote for the lovely Yu Qing, it's Monday, whether Qing Qing can make her debut depends on it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)