Now here he is, not even unbuckling his seat belt, sitting in the car seat as if he has lost his soul.
Xi Ying said: "Xue Mingcan, get out of the car."
Xue Mingcan's eyes flashed, but he still didn't move.
"I'm hungry. Do you remember who you are?" Xi Ying continued.
Xue Mingcan finally reacted.
He turned to look at Xi Ying, trying hard to hide the aggrieved and angry look in his eyes, but Xi Ying still caught it effortlessly.
Xi Ying looked at him: "What do you want to say?"
Xue Mingcan bit his lower inner lip, his eyes shook, and then turned to look out the window.
His voice was muffled: "I have nothing to say."
"If you don't have anything to say, get off the car and go home to cook." Xi Ying's voice was cold to the point of cruelty.
She opened the car door and walked out first.
When she walked half a circle around the front of the car and came to Xue Mingcan, she found that he was still sitting in the car seat with a despairing look on his face.
Xi Ying had a headache.
Why is it so difficult to talk to Shen He
And how did he become such a character? It's really tiring.
Opening the car door, Xi Ying looked down at Xue Mingcan in the car seat.
Xue Mingcan's eyes were staring straight ahead, a little dull.
Xi Ying blinked heavily, leaned down to Xue Mingcan and helped him unbuckle his seat belt.
The special cold fragrance spread from Xi Ying's body to the tip of Xue Mingcan's nose, attracting his attention.
This is not the smell of perfume, but the smell of shampoo.
Xi Ying's hair was neatly tied back on her head, but due to the close distance between the two, Xue Mingcan could clearly see the sexy curves of the waves.
He had seen this charming curly hair before, so he could naturally imagine that scene.
When Xi Ying helped him unbuckle his seat belt and raised his face slightly, their eyes met in the air.
Xi Ying's noble black eyes looked calmly into Xue Mingcan's eyes.
Xue Mingcan suddenly felt unhappy.
He didn't want to see such a pair of cold eyes.
He wanted to see the fire in those eyes, just like that night.
Also, he didn't want to see this woman showing a soft expression to other men.
Isn't she cool? She should always be cool.
However, she wanted to be hot in front of him.
Xi Ying stared at Xue Mingcan: "If you don't get up, you won't have to sleep tonight."
This sentence itself has an ambiguous meaning.
When Xue Mingcan was already a little lost, it was like a strong dose of medicine hitting his heart.
He suddenly raised his hand, pressed the woman into his arms, and kissed her passionately.
The woman in his arms struggled, but his iron arms held her tightly, preventing her from moving.
A faint fragrance came from her mouth, and the tip of her tongue touched her teeth, running wildly.
A kiss without skills was like fighting, with lips and teeth stumbling, and even a little tenderness was lost in the faint smell of rust.
Rusty smell.
This smell awakened Xue Mingcan's consciousness.
He let go of the woman in his arms in a daze, preparing to receive a harsh slap.
However, no.
No slap in the face.
Xi Ying straightened up, gave him a cold look, then decisively turned around and left.
She no longer cared whether he came out or not, and climbed into the elevator.
But in her back, Xue Mingcan saw her left hand raised and wiped her lips heavily.
It was as if a piece of his heart had been torn out, and Xue Mingcan felt a little suffocated.