Mysterious Young Master, Super Cool

"Xiaoxi, please hurry up and take a look!" Peng Jiao on the side, pushing the teenager closer to Maserati while still pushing.

As the teenager was pushed closer to the car, he felt a terrible headache. In addition to the pink bubbles in Peng Jiao's eyes, she didn't know what kind of face she should face in the underworld.

What's more, if Peng Jiao knew that Maserati's owner was the underworld, I don't know if she would faint!

For this reason, the teenager even wanted to get into the car directly and talk to Mingyu after Peng Jiao left.

It was just that the boy didn't expect it, and when Peng Jiao pushed her closer to Maserati, the door opened.

Immediately afterwards, the underworld in grey casual clothes appeared in front of the car!

There is a kind of person, no matter where he appears, the nobleness shot out of his bones can make him the focus of much attention.

And the underworld is that kind of person.

Even if it is not a suit and leather shoes, he can still be noble and elegant like a family boy in a casual clothes.

The man in front was really eye-catching, but it was the man's face that made Peng Jiao feel blank.

It's not because the person looks ugly, but it's so nice.

The man didn't laugh, it was dazzling. Especially at this time, standing in the sun makes the face deeper and more charming.

If it was someone else, Peng Jiao would fall for it. However, the person in front of him called Peng Jiao to feel the chill in his back.

Because the owner of that face is the underworld.

"Ming ... Ming Shao?" For a moment, Peng Jiao felt that his brain cells were not enough.

At this moment, she could only look at the boy by mistake, and whispered, "Xiao Xi, didn't you say the person who brought you back that day was your tutor?"

How come the person who came out is the underworld?

Peng Jiao, who was staggered, soon saw a gentle and helpless arc from the teenager's handsome face.

At a certain moment, the answer came out in Peng Jiao's mind.

But the teenager at this time did not give Peng Jiao any chance to question, and walked directly towards the side of the underworld.

"Mr. Ming, you last night ..." The boy wanted to ask if he really had been waiting here all night.

If so, why?

The teenager didn't think that her relationship with Hao Yu had been so good that she could let the other person wait for one night outside her house.

You know, it's more appropriate for couples to do these things. But the relationship between the teenager and the underworld is clearly not yet.

But before the boy asked this, the underworld had already asked: "Really good?"

When asked, the seemingly cool black pupils of Mingyu swept towards the boy's lips.

There, it was not just the pale and bloodless look of yesterday, but also the beautiful luster in the powder against the morning light, like fresh cherries, tempting people to come forward to taste.

At first glance, it looks like it shouldn't look like someone who has recovered from a serious illness.

What kind of disease can make the day before yesterday feel like getting into the ground for peace, but a dozen hours are still alive?

Underworld was puzzled.

But what made him even more depressed was that he wanted to wait all night downstairs in Gu Zhai just to see if the teenager was okay?

He couldn't find an explanation for this strange behavior.

"Really good! Young, you came here early in the morning, or ..." The young man didn't say anything, just stared at him with the pair of peach eyes.