What he needed now was not an explanation, but to vent the depression in his heart and the anger after seeing her alone with another man.
But he chose the stupidest way to vent.
He reached over with his fingers, unbuttoned her collar, and forcefully ripped off her scarf.
After a series of actions, Yu Huasang's resistance reached its peak.
"Lu Cong'an, I don't like you like this!"
She frowned and looked at him indifferently with a cold expression.
Her behavior made Lu Cong'an, who was already angry, even more angry.
He leaned over and put his arms around her body, running his fingertips over her face.
Suddenly, he turned his wrist, grabbed Yu Huasang's hand and pulled it back.
She couldn't help but lean back, her body leaning back and her arms spreading and pulling back.
Before she could react, Lu Cong'an tied her wrists to the seat.
"Yu Huasang, I'm not a saint! I can still smile and say I'm fine when I see you with another man!"
He moved closer, pressing his calves heavily on her legs. His facial expression was not clear in the darkness, but her tone was exceptionally cold, so cold that Yu Huasang couldn't help shivering while lying in her seat.
She was scared.
Because of Lu Cong'an's rough treatment.
"There's nothing between me and Zhen Yi. The reason you're so angry is all just your own imagination!"
He clearly didn't even give her a chance to explain, yet he keeps saying that he's angry. Isn't this just what he deserves
However, Yu Huasang overlooked one thing, that is, jealous and angry people simply would not listen to any explanation.
This feeling is like when your girlfriend is angry, don’t ask her why, just admit your mistake and coax her!
At times like this, we should appease the other person instead of trying to reason with him!
The man in the car was silent for a moment. "Why am I so obsessed with this? You knew I would have such an obsession, but you still did this?"
Not wanting to waste any more time talking, Lu Cong'an reached his hand in.
-Dividing line-
I never thought I could do this in a car!
The clothes beside him were scattered all over the place, and Yu Huasang's long hair was a little messy.
However, what was even more confusing was her heart.
The gentle male god in her mind is gone forever.
Perhaps, no woman likes to be treated like this in a car against her will
Yu Huasang raised his eyes, glanced at his own reflection in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sneer.
Beside him, Lu Cong'an still had a gloomy face, as if he had not yet vented his anger for what had just happened.
"Put on your clothes." He said coldly, like a customer who had just had sex.
It's really a bit disgusting.
Yu Huasang lowered his eyes, looked at the bruise on his thigh, stretched out his hand to cover it, and smiled, "Lu Cong'an, you made me see some things clearly today."
He glanced at her and said nothing.
"What am I to you?"
A tool for venting
Lu Cong'an turned his head and looked out the window, his voice a little vague, "Sorry."
"… "
Say sorry afterwards? How long would it take her to forget the rude treatment she had just received
Yu Huasang reached out and picked up the clothes.
I put it on, dressed myself, and combed my hair. Finally, there was no other sound.
Lu Cong'an didn't say a word along the way.
When they arrived downstairs of his house, Yu Huasang got off the car.
Pushing the door open, she paused, "Lu Cong'an, I don't accept your apology!"
(End of this chapter)