The driver in front suddenly blushed, but he was quiet and diligently wiping the milk off Feng Haotian's body.
The car quickly arrived at the apartment. The driver was sitting in front, a little flustered. He said anxiously, "Mr. Feng, the apartment has been arrived. I'll leave first."
After that, he left the parking lot as if he was running away.
Jingjing, on the other hand, was still wiping Feng Haotian's body. When she heard the driver's words, she turned her head and looked in the driver's direction. She inadvertently moved her hand forward and touched something hard.
She never noticed that she put her little hand on it lightly, as if she put it down so casually, as if she didn't feel anything at all. She thought it was just placed on his lap or on the seat!
She looked at the driver chasing after him and asked, "Ah, are you here so soon?"
Chapter 19 Is she so afraid of him? (12)
After saying that, the driver had jumped out of the car early, as if there was some vicious beast here. She frowned, what's wrong with the driver? What is he afraid of?
If she is afraid, is she also afraid?
How could he be more timid than her?
She turned her head and felt that the thing she was touching was strange. She subconsciously squeezed it with her hand. Her eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of her hand. At this glance, she immediately understood that her hand was touching something.
There, his face suddenly became hot.
She anxiously wanted to withdraw her hand.
Damn it, where did her hands go?
Thinking of the place she just touched, her whole body felt like she wanted to crawl into the ground, so she wanted to get out of the car and leave the car immediately.
However, before he could withdraw his hand, he was immediately held down by a hand.
She was slightly startled, and her hand was forced to stay there. She looked at the hand holding her hand, which was Feng Haotian's hand.
Pressing her hand, she continued to caress him there.
Her face was getting more and more boiling. What on earth did Feng Haotian want to do? He actually asked her to press his hand on that spot. It was really embarrassing.
She shouted anxiously: "Mr. Feng, your hands..."
At this time, Feng Haotian's voice was hoarse, a bit confusing, and he looked at Jing Jing with a burning light and said: "My hand, what's wrong with my hand?"