Chapter 115

The little Lord's face eased a lot in an instant, but his eyes were still very strict: "are you jealous?"

Her mouth was full of vinegar, which made him happy, and her tone was much softer.

Naive: "..." you think too much!

I've drawn a line with you!

Why are you jealous?

She snorted coldly, "you think too much. You're not me. I need to be jealous?"

Then he felt that his performance was not enough, and laughed two times without words.

The little Lord's face, which had just eased, turned back in an instant, colder than before.

Bowen just dared to breathe loudly. Seeing the little Lord's face, he was sweating again.

Is this to kill them?

All the servants and bodyguards are worried about being affected.

The young master looked coldly at the girl who didn't know how to live or die in front of him. His handsome eyebrows wrinkled and his dangerous gas burst his watch: "I haven't seen you for a month. Are you capable?"

You know you disappeared for a month?

Innocence turned and looked away, avoiding his eyes.

"Why did you pretend not to see me when you saw me in the mall today?" The young Lord has always thought that she will jump on him happily when she sees herself again. Who knows that she is hiding from him today? Pretend you don't know?

Naive: "..." do you take your beloved woman with you and want me to say hello to you in front of her?

"No!" Said the cold voice.

The little Lord's eyes pierced her sharply. She was lying: "you care about me with other women, so..."

"Get out!" When he was exposed, he was naive and angry, and directly interrupted him: "why should I care about you? No, I don't care at all. I don't care who you love and which woman you love to be with, because I'm indifferent to you! Don't think I will care about you. It's impossible! "

The little Lord's face can't see a trace of warm color. It's cold and makes people feel like they're in hell.

In particular, all people, including Bowen, meditate in their hearts and hope everyone can spend today in peace.

Naive also felt the absolute danger of the little Lord being too violent, so she pretended to be angry and turned to the door.

She wants to escape. She doesn't want to stay in a space with him.

"Stop!" The voice of the little Lord was as dangerous as his face, and he could not refuse his command.

Naivety thought about running away. He didn't listen to his orders at all. Instead, he accelerated his pace and began to run.

The little Lord chased her out a few steps and hugged her across the waist in the garden.

He was very frightened. His face turned red. He struggled with his hands and feet, but there was no way to break free, so he turned his head and bit hard at his waist.

She felt that she had used a lot of strength, and her mouth was definitely not light. Even she could feel the slightest smell of blood.

The man didn't change a bit. It seemed that he wasn't the one who was bitten. He entered the house in a few steps and went straight upstairs.

Bowen frowned. He had no choice but to love her.

"You let go of me!" Seeing that biting him didn't work, I was really anxious.

She could imagine the consequences upstairs.

"You let go of me, we have something to say!" Naive doesn't want to stay in the same room with him alone.

The little Lord still didn't speak. He entered a bedroom on the third floor, locked the door behind him, and took a few steps to throw innocence into bed.

The innocence of being thrown into bed, although it didn't hurt, was frightened. He climbed back nervously, and his tone was obviously soft: "can't we have something to say?"