Devil's Honey Baby

However, what she didn't know was that the matter had already been solved. He just wanted to hold her for a while.

Her eyes moved slightly, and a trace of cold ferocity quickly crossed in the depths of her eyes. She held her waist tightly, pressed her soft body closer to herself, and walked towards the car.

They came to the car. Ji Zailin stretched out his hand to open the door. The look in his eyes was usually light carelessness. He loosened his hand tightly held on her waist. At the same time, his sexy light cold voice also overflowed, "go in."

Because her face has been buried in his arms for a long time, the white face is filled with a shallow blush, which softens the rigidity of her face and makes her more lovely.

The narrow eyes narrowed. A light quickly flashed in the eyes. The palm moved slightly, put the key in her hand and said, "drive."

The slender figure turned slightly, opened the front passenger's door and sat in.

When Yao Jiang looked at the key in his hand and then looked at the cool Porsche like its owner, his lips pursed, opened the driver's door and sat in.

The car drove out smoothly, and the bright light outside shone in, which made her subconsciously squint, think about it, and said without turning her head: "Ji, Ji Zailin, where is your home?"

She subconsciously wanted to call him president Ji, but she thought of what he said in the company. Although she didn't know why he wanted to call himself his name, she just did it.

As soon as the voice fell, the breath in the car stagnated for a moment, but soon dissipated. Instead of answering, he asked faintly, "what time is it now?"

He frowned slightly, raised his wrist, looked at the time, and replied, "eleven twenty."

This time is after work at noon. He has plenty of time to go home, change clothes and eat again.

However, after she finished, no one answered. Her willow like eyebrows wrinkled and turned to Ji Zailin. There was a faint look on her handsome outline, and her cold thin lips always aroused the radian of the evil spirit, with a bewitching laziness.

It seemed to know that she was looking at him, with a fierce eyebrow like a sword, turned to her and spoke faintly, but said extremely bad words, "do you want to starve me?"

This rapid attitude change made Yao Jiang's face look sluggish. The men holding the steering wheel tightened their consciousness. Their clear and clean big eyes sank, pursed their lips, looked at the road ahead and asked, "Ji Zailin, where are you eating? I'll take you."

It was originally said to change clothes, but now it doesn't change. This temperament is like the weather. The situation changes in an instant.

In this half day, although Yao Jiang did not fully understand Ji Zailin, so far, she has come to the conclusion that this is a difficult Lord to serve.

At the moment, after hearing her words, the difficult Lord still didn't answer. She didn't ask again, but she felt a burning line of sight staring at her.

She didn't have to know who it was, her eyes were still motionless, and her face looked very calm waiting for him to answer.

Time passed slowly. It was like appreciating enough of her look. His suddenly cold voice came from his ear, "prosperous age."

His heart moved and replied, "OK."

The breath in the car was silent after that sentence. At the same time, it was accompanied by a cold feeling, which gradually spread in this small space, with a sense of impatience.