Luo Xiaoqian had no choice. She stood up and walked towards her backpack. She raised her hand to wipe away his traces on her lips.
"No wiping!"
Behind her, Leng Zimo spoke domineeringly.
Bastard, crazy, tyrant!
Cursing angrily in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian bent over and carried her backpack into the changing room.
Take a shower as quickly as possible, then put on your clothes and walk out.
Because she was worried that Leng Zimo would lose her temper again, she just blew her hair casually. Before it was completely dry, she hurriedly walked out of the changing room.
Her slightly red face after bathing, coupled with her semi-wet hair, and her casual makeup-free style also add a bit of charm.
Leng Zimo's eyes lingered on her slightly swollen lips for a moment, and he frowned again.
Feeling the chill on his face, Luo Xiaoqian looked at herself in confusion and found nothing wrong with her. She just thought he blamed her for being too slow and hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I... I'm sweating a lot, so
...Took a shower!”
She was clearly suffering from a cold, but she still ran out with her hair wet like this. He had just declared his ownership of her body, and she was still deliberately torturing herself. Was she deliberately going against him?!
"Blow dry your hair!" Leng Zimo said coldly.
Can you get angry even if your hair is not blow-dried?
What's going on with this man's temper? It's simply unreasonable!
"Oh!" Muttering secretly in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian turned around and walked into the dressing room. She grabbed the hair dryer again and dried her hair completely. Then she walked out again and stopped at the door. She looked carefully at the person standing in the rehearsal room.
Leng Zimo in the room asked, "Is it okay now?"
Leng Zimo glanced at her, turned and walked towards the door.
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, put her schoolbag on her shoulder, and hurriedly caught up with him. She turned off the music, turned off the lights, closed the door, trotted all the way, and followed him into the special elevator.
Leng Zimo took out his cell phone, pulled out a number, and spoke a few words neatly.
"We'll be down right away!"
As soon as the elevator descended and approached the B2 parking lot, his hand naturally reached out and grabbed hers.
Ding!
Elevator doors, open.
Before Luo Xiaoqian could react, he had already thrown her into the back seat of the black Rolls-Royce.
After closing the car door tightly, he simply said two words.
"drive!"
The driver was already used to this kind of thing, so he quickly started the car. By the time the journalists who were waiting in the parking lot reacted, the car had already rushed onto the driveway.
Looking at the flashing figures and lightning lights outside the car window, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly became nervous.
"Who are these... people?"
Leng Zimo leaned on the back of his chair and straightened his clothes.
The car rushed out of the parking lot.
Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips and softened her tone.
"Where are we going?"
He...couldn't he want her to accompany him again?!
Leng Zimo sideways glanced at her with his dark eyes. Seeing what she was thinking, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "I don't like women to talk too much!"
Well, shut up!
Luo Xiaoqian straightened up, sat on the car seat opposite him, turned to look out the window, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.
This car was astonishingly big, and the back seats were two-cab seats facing each other, which were spacious enough for her to stay far away from him.
"Boss, someone is following you!" Not long after driving forward, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and spoke softly.
"Get rid of it!" Leng Zimo calmly uttered two words.
"Yes!" the driver agreed respectfully.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated instantly.
