CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Leng Shaoheng opens the car window, lights a cigarette, puts his slender right hand on the steering wheel, and frowns slightly after hearing Shen Qingqing's words.

"Have you ever liked someone?" Shen Qingqing continued to ask.

Leng Shaoheng shook his head, looked at the cliff in front of him and said indifferently, "No."

"I don't think so." Shen Qingqing showed a gloomy smile. "Mr. Leng, when you really like someone one day, you will find that your eyes will stare at him involuntarily. I will think of him from time to time. Even if he ignores you, you are reluctant to say a word about him. You are still worried about her and thinking about him. It's just like him in your heart. "

"So, what do you want to tell me?" Leng Shaoheng finally turned his head, and there was a trace of confusion in his deep eyes.

"What I want to say is, Mr. Leng, you don't like me at all. It's just that you've never seen a person like me in your life, so you're just curious for a moment. It's your possessiveness. Possessiveness is not like me." Her tone was firm and her mouth was tight.

Leng Shaoheng didn't know how to answer her for a moment. Her serious and firm expression made his heart suddenly shut down, and the cigarette end was almost burning between his fingers.

His long silence gradually increased Shen Qingqing's sense of loss. Knowing that she would not hear any comforting words from him, she could not help hoping for a moment.

"Thank you for Mr. Leng's kindness, but the place where I live and Mr. Leng are not on the way. I'll call a car myself to go back." Shen Qingqing's voice is soft, but her words can't be changed.

She gently flutters down this sentence and then opens the door to leave. Leng Shaoheng sees her step by step out of her sight from the reversing mirror, her back thin and lonely.

He threw away his cigarette end, poured out the dangerous road, and rode away in front of Shen Qingqing.

All he recalled along the way was Shen Qingqing's sentence. Do you have a heart?

There were no other women around him. Even Charlotte Creek was just playing on occasion, so he didn't know what to like. If he felt sad to see her cry and wanted to protect her, he liked her.

But later she said it was just possessiveness, and he was confused.

At first, he didn't want to make things so complicated. He sneered that Mo was short of a mommy and she was short of a home, so he gave her. From the bottom of his heart, he regarded her as his own woman and talked about whether he liked her or not.

But now Shen Qingqing uses this sentence to refuse him, which makes him think deeply.

As the car drove slowly into the villa area, his mobile phone suddenly rang, with the word "mayor" flashing on it.

He pressed the answer button, and inside came the mayor's flattering voice, "Shaoheng, why did you leave ahead of time? I still have something to say to you! How can you leave a child behind Mo Mo! "

"It doesn't matter. Just let him come back with the housekeeper." He answered coldly.

"Well, it's not safe. I'll take him back to my house first. If you are free later, you can come to my house to meet him. By the way, let's have a chat, OK?" The mayor said in a loud voice.

Leng Shaoheng's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightens, his thin lip purses a cold arc, he stares at the road ahead, makes a sharp turn and turns the front of the car, which leads to innumerable curses around him.

He said quietly, "OK, I'll be right there."