"..." An Moran looked up at Gong Shaoming, who was trying to restrain his anger. There was obvious depression on his handsome face, but he did not rush to force her.
This is not like his behavior at all. Gong Shaoming has long been accustomed to being the only one who respects himself. He actually respects her opinion and does not forcefully put clothes on her and take her away.
"You don't have to go out if you don't want to know?" An Moran curled his lips and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Gong Shaoming's brows darkened, "Come here, I'll dress you. If you want to go out without wearing anything, I can reluctantly agree."
"..." An Moran shrank back uneasily, knowing that the Overlord would never change his ways. How could she think that Gong Shaoming would really respect her opinion.
Seeing the complete resistance to him on An Moran's face, Gong Shaoming's endurance was exhausted.
A few people strode forward, stretched out their hands to pull the person from the bed into their arms, quickly put the long skirt on her body, restrained the desire rising in their bodies, and carried An Moran on their shoulders. Walk straight out the door.
"Put me down and I can walk by myself." An Moran protested.
Did this man treat her like a sandbag? He just carried her on his shoulders and she almost vomited!
An Moran has never been a submissive little sheep. Her apology to Gong Shaoming has forced her to lose herself. However, people's tempers cannot be changed easily, especially in front of the people closest to them.
Gong Shaoming paused in his steps, raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. His eyes fell between her legs, and his thin lips curled up, "Are you sure you can walk on your own now?"
An Moran's face turned red suddenly, and she turned her head away from him, letting Gong Shaoming carry her to the front of the car. The servant opened the door respectfully, and An Moran was stuffed into the passenger seat.
"Master, your arm is still injured, let me drive." The driver of the Gong family glanced at Gong Shaoming's injured arm and asked with concern.
"Get lost!" Gong Shaoming forced out a word from his throat. His stalwart body quickly stepped into the driver's seat, started the engine, reversed the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the black luxury car quickly drove away from the Gong family mansion.
The taut handsome face turned to glance at An Moran from time to time, his sharp eyes filled with some incomprehensible emotions.
An Moran was so shocked by him that he knew that the driver's words reminded him of shooting him. He moved his eyes away and pursed his lips, "Where do you want to take me?"
Gong Shaoming glanced at her and smiled coldly, "It's not that I don't want to go. I asked so deliberately all of a sudden. I'm deliberately changing the subject. An Moran, every expression of yours is engraved in my heart. Do you think your thoughts can Can't escape my eyes!"
After Gong Shaoming finished speaking, An Moran turned his head in shock and stared blankly at his handsome face, with a trace of moisture in his beautiful eyes.
Every expression of yours is engraved in my heart...
Will he still remember the meaning of every little move she makes?
"Damn it!"
Gong Shaoming cursed secretly in his heart. Knowing that he had spilled the beans, his handsome face turned cold and he turned his head and continued driving.
The gunshot wound on his hand kept pulling at the wound, and blood slowly oozed from the gauze.
"Your wound collapsed, stop the car, Gong Shaoming, I said stop!"
When An Moran saw his blood-stained arm, he became anxious.
She didn't know where Gong Shaoming wanted to take her, but risking injuries and forcing her to drive like this didn't seem to be a good sign at all.
