As soon as Cen Zhiqiao left the house, he saw Jing Biao leaning on the motorcycle. When he saw Cen Zhiqiao, a whistle sounded: "Hey Qiao Qiao, good morning. I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you doing?"
Unexpectedly, he would find this place. Cen Zhiqiao immediately frowned and said, "Mr. Jing, what do you want to do? Just make fun of people in moderation and don't go too far."
"A joke? How could that be? I'm very serious." Jing Biao smiled, and the light in his smile shone brightly.
Cen Zhiqiao was speechless: "Jing Biao, do you need me to introduce you to a psychiatrist? Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?"
Even though he was ridiculed by her, he was not annoyed, and still smiled broadly: "Why are you so grumpy early in the morning? You must be overdoing your studying. Well, I'll take you out for some air and relaxation."
Cen Zhiqiao swore that she had really tried her best to control her emotions, but this man was almost challenging her bottom line. If she was afraid of him before, now she has turned to disgust.
She had never seen anyone treat a friend's wife with such an upright attitude.
"Jing Biao, let go. If you want to go crazy, please don't hold me back. I have to go to class. Goodbye."
If he were a normal person, he would have retreated after hearing this. However, instead of retreating, Jing Biao got even closer. He grabbed her arm and, regardless of her struggle, pulled the motorcycle away.
The hat was tucked into her arms.
"You have only one choice, and that is to get in the car obediently." Although he was smiling, everyone could hear the strong threat in his tone. Cen Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows, with disdain in his eyes: "If I don't
Woolen cloth?"
"Haha -" Jing Biao smiled mysteriously, and the moment Cen Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows, he picked her up by the waist and got into the car as fast as possible: "Then I don't mind letting you sit in my arms...
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"You..." Cen Zhiqiao was shocked. At this moment, she was being held in his arms. The car started. He was holding the handlebar with one hand, and the other hand was firmly restraining her waist. Cen Zhiqiao
I couldn't help but scream: "Jing Biao, let me down, what are you going to do!"
His voice was hoarse, but the man gave him a low smile, "I advise you if you still want to see the sun tomorrow, then it's best to hold on to me tightly."
As she said this, she even let go of her other hand. Her body was suddenly empty. Her survival instinct made her clutch his clothes tightly almost subconsciously. Cen Zhiqiao almost cried and even cursed.
She has no strength and is afraid that if she is not careful, she will be thrown out. Then she will really become an 'angel'.