Chapter 114

Naive immersed in a long kiss, a voice at the bottom of her heart warned her again and again that she should not be confused by him, but there are countless cells sharing their long lost passion.

When she came back fully conscious, she was carried on her shoulder by the little Lord. When she opened the door, she threw her into the car.

Is she crazy?

Even being kissed at will by a man who loves other women, don't you resist?

shame on you!

Crazy, crazy, absolutely crazy!

She struggled to get up and wanted to escape, but was pressed back into the car by the little Lord who then entered: "stay well, otherwise I don't know what I can do?" He tried to suppress himself.

Although naive was angry, he did feel the abnormality of the little Lord. He didn't say much. He arrived at the innermost part of the car and looked at him quietly and vigilantly.

He was colder and more cautious than usual. There was no human flavor all over him. On the contrary, he was somewhat ruthless like a hell messenger.

She knows that the current little Lord must not be provoked.

"Drive!" The little Lord gave an order.

The blog in the driver's seat started the car.

He couldn't help shivering. The little Lord is now in absolute danger. If he is not careful, he will be unlucky.

He drove carefully, fearing that he would be noticed by the young owner.

The car stopped at the young master's manor.

The setting sun is just right, the flowers and plants are brilliant, and the manor seems to be stained with a layer of golden color, surrounded by trees, beautiful and romantic.

Naive pink lips deep pursed, fist clenched.

A month ago, she vowed that she would never come here again. But now she is standing here again.

The young master got off first and entered the house without looking back.

Bowen waited by the naive door. Seeing that she didn't get off the bus, he said in embarrassment, "please get off the bus." Now the little Lord can't be provoked.

Naive to see the uneasiness of Bowen, looking around, there was a dead silence. All the servants and bodyguards were frightened and had to bite their teeth and get out of the car.

Her pace was slow, and every step was like a thorn in her heart.

That night, he left, and she waited all night, suffering every minute. How sad it was then, how reluctant it is now.

I will meet Ling Yuyan, the woman loved by the young Lord. What will she say?

Do you want to laugh? How do you laugh?

Do you want to say she's just his friend?

Or, just say you are a friend of Bowen!

She imagined the picture, her heart was like a drum, uneasy and sad.

By the window of a bedroom on the second floor, ye Qiu watched her forced to get out of the car and watched her step by step towards the little Lord. Her handsome face frowned and closed the curtains.

Entering the hall, the little master sat on the sofa without a breath of strangers on his face.

Naive looked around and didn't see a woman like the hostess.

Maybe she hasn't come back yet?

"I've obediently followed you. It's none of my business if your girlfriend is not at home!" Naive seems to think that he brought himself back just to show off in front of her. He has a beloved woman, and she is just a plaything on his whim!

The little Lord looked gloomy and looked up with some questions in his eyes: "girlfriend?"

Did she say Ling Yuyan?

When she saw herself in the mall in the afternoon, she pretended not to see it. Did she think Ling Yuyan was his girlfriend?

Naive: "..." outfit!

In the afternoon, he also showed up in the mall with others in a high profile!

"That's the beauty who showed up with you in the mall in the afternoon. She called you brother Yan!" Naive tried not to say the meaning of ridicule, but it backfired. Her words were full of ridicule and deep jealousy.