my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 135 So I'm Chasing
It wasn't until he was forced to get into his silver Porsche that Lan Mo finally let out a big breath.

Turning his face, he glared at each other.

"Guan Zichen—"

"Got it, Xiaomo, don't be too moved! Actually, I really wanted them to see who you are just now?" Guan Zichen started the engine quickly, interrupted her, and said with a bit of evil spirit.

"Guan Zichen, you are so thick-skinned that you want someone to expose it for you! If the senior finds out about this, I will kill you! Also, stop the car now, I want to get off!"

If she stayed with the stallion any longer, she would go crazy. She even felt that her nose was full of his breath, and her body was full of his smell. She wanted to hit the wall.

Guan Zichen raised the corner of her lower lip, flashing a touch of sarcasm, it seemed that she really cared about An Haodong's thoughts.

He turned his face again, saw her frantic look, and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't deliberately let him know before I get you, but, Lan Mo, don't forget the content of our bet, you are my bet girlfriend, and I have the right to chase you."

"But you didn't catch up!" After Lan Mo shouted, she became annoyed again, God, she's obviously not talking about this now, she shouldn't sit with this one.

"So I'm chasing after him!" He whistled leisurely, the car turned lightly, and drove to another clothing street, but he had prepared a surprise for him.

"You! I said I'm going to get out of the car!" She had nothing to do with him. Why could he be such a rascal as a dignified CEO?

"My answer is NO! Don't be self-willed, I want to give you a surprise, you will definitely like it, and, don't you think that you look very embarrassed now?"

He took a moment to look at her and motioned her to look in the rearview mirror. Only he could tolerate such an ugly look, he thought wickedly.

"I don't like it!"

Lan Mo replied unwillingly, pulled the mirror over, and immediately widened her eyes, completely speechless.

I saw her long hair, although it was already half dry, but strands of it were still sticking to her head, even a little drooping on her face, and her whole coat was wrinkled, as if she had fished out of the river.

(End of this chapter)