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chapter30: roll in

The rain and tears made the things in front of me blurry, but there was no way I could have heard the sound wrong.

Hao!

"Hao, don't you want me?" Without thinking, he threw himself into Situ Longhao's arms. The umbrella in his hand was knocked to the ground. Ling Xiaoran hugged Situ Longhao tightly with both hands.

His waist, soaked clothes and rain instantly turned Situ Longhao into a drowned rat.

Situ Longhao's eyebrows were almost knotted, and the rain kept falling on the two people. As passersby kept pointing and pointing, Situ Longhao's expression became more and more ugly.

His big hands effortlessly twisted up Ling Xiaoran, walked directly to the car parked aside, and stuffed Ling Xiaoran into it.

"Hao..."

"Shut up!"

Ling Xiaoran put her hands on her knees and did not dare to speak again.

The closed car window blocked out the sound of rain outside, and neither of them spoke. Ling Xiaoran didn't even dare to show any anger. They had known each other for more than a month, and she had never seen such a terrifying expression on Situ Longhao.

The car was so quiet that you could clearly hear the sound of raindrops falling on your body.

With a cold face, he quickly turned the steering wheel and turned the car around, driving like an arrow in the rain.

"Hao, this is not the direction of my home!"

Situ Longhao said nothing, but glanced at Ling Xiaoran coldly. Ling Xiaoran immediately lowered her head obediently, not daring to speak any more.

The car stopped in front of a villa. Ling Xiaoran knew this place. This was where Hao lived, but why did he bring him here?

There was a slamming of the door, and Situ Longhao had already taken the lead to move forward. Ling Xiaoran immediately got out of the car and followed him at a trot.

Like a little daughter-in-law, she followed behind and stood in front of the door, watching Situ Longhao walk in. Ling Xiaoran stood in the entrance hall, looking at the precious Persian carpets inside, and her raised feet shrunk in despair.

Come back.

"Get in!"

"yes!"

I'm rolling on my knees begging for collection. What's going on? Why doesn't my collection go up? It's so shocking.


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