After the words fell, Leng Tiong moved away from the seat, and his big cold hand suddenly grasped Qiao Yimo's slender ankle. "Where?" The man raised his cold and deep eyes and pointed to the position of the ankle. The voice is low, "here?"

Qiao Yimo was stunned, how could he not think that this man would hold her little feet and massage her?

so awkward........

Leng Juo also glanced at Qiao Yimo, his voice was unpleasant and a bit cold, "Maybe the shoes are not suitable, I will let you customize a pair when I go back."

Qiao Yimo pursed his lips without speaking.

Seeing the car drove further and further, her originally relaxed nerves became alert again.

The man's hands were icy cold, covering Qiao Yimo's ankles, unexpectedly feeling comfortable.

The movements are gentle, as if kneading precious jade.

"Is it better?" Leng Juo raised his eyes, and Qiao Yimo's deep and cold eyes stared at each other.

".........Well, good, much better!" Qiao Yimo smiled softly, as if there were countless stars dazzling in the depths of his eyes.

The man stared at her for a moment, but Qiao Yimo felt that his hot eyes could penetrate her soul. She paused and looked up at him, but he pulled the temples on her cheeks behind his ears.

Qiao Yimo blushed, his tone was unnatural, and he couldn't bear it, "I..."

"What's wrong? Where is the pain?" The man raised his eyebrows in a playful tone.

The eyes of the red and black snakes in the car were completely afraid to look back, for fear that they would accidentally see the restricted level picture.

If they see it, they won't be able to keep their eyes.

"I want to go back!" Qiao Yimo's voice was faint, with a bit of anxiety that no one else could notice.

She just estimated it psychologically. If she is unwell on weekdays, this man will definitely let her go home for training.

However, today he asked the reason again and rubbed her feet.

It just doesn't follow the routine.

"It won't affect you to listen!" The man chuckled helplessly, "If your feet can't touch the ground, I will hold you!"

Such a common sentence made Qiao Yimo blush in his ears.

Fairy! It's just a proper male fairy!

Qiao Yimo's heart was pounding, but he was deeply dissatisfied with such a charming male fairy in his heart.

In the next second, she rolled her eyes shrewdly, got up and put her pink lips around the man's ears, her pink lips hooked lightly, and her tone was lax, "What's wrong with me! I want to go back!"

The words were brief, but they made the tired and deep eyes more gloomy.

His voice is unstable and his voice is dangerously low. "There?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yimo replied lightly, blushing and looking out the window.

Along the way, she covered her belly with big hands, looking very uncomfortable.

Leng Jiang directly drove the car back to the Leng's villa. He didn't even care about the negotiation with the MX organization. He directly asked the servant to make brown sugar ginger tea.

Qiao Yimo looked at the man with a serious look, and she reluctantly took a few sips of black tea.

Just about to put the quilt aside, he raised his eyes and saw the man standing opposite.

It seemed that she would not leave without watching her drink this bowl of ginger tea.

"Didn't you have a negotiation meeting?" Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and said in a light tone.

She finally made up a more normal reason, but she pitted herself.

Drank such a big bowl of bitter things.

"Nothing matters to you!" The man's deep eyes lifted, and he looked at her, "Even if it is tens of billions compared to you, it is not worth mentioning."

Qiao Yimo was stunned, and there was a warm flow in his heart for a moment, and he was so happy that he didn't know where to go.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out her white and smooth little hand to hook the man's neck, her pink lips were gently raised, and then she fell on the thin, tired lips.

For an instant, the man's eyes widened suddenly, and then he pressed her head with his big hand, and his thin lips pressed down a passionate kiss.

"Go ahead! I'll take care of myself." Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, his voice was neither light nor heavy. JrNovels.com