Chapter 581

Holding his strength, he reluctantly followed the man's steps, but he didn't feel sorry for the truth. Later, he couldn't keep up with him and stopped panting.

The man frowned and looked at Chang Cong, as if he was looking at something.

Often porridge by man see sweat hair all stand up, can't help but want to dark annoyed, early know oneself to insist on a short time, why must with this man!

"In fact, I'm ok..." Chang Cong, with an out of breath voice, just wanted to explain that he could stick to it again. Anyway, he was almost in the parking lot. As a result, before he finished, he watched the man approach him.

Can't feel dangerous, but didn't have time to wait for her to step back, the man has forced to the body.

"Trouble." The man's eyebrows are impatient. Originally, after he came out of the Sichuan restaurant, the man's whole body was condensed with low pressure. Now it's OK. After he was stopped by the common porridge, the man's breath was almost frozen to death.

Directly forward two steps, easily control the woman want to resist the slender arm, directly a turn over, put her on the shoulder, instant, the world is quiet.

Feng Tingmo was satisfied. Sure enough, this woman was more lovely when she didn't speak.

Chang Cong: "she wants to talk, but she can't say it! It's the familiar way and the familiar taste. She finally found out that this man seems to like this posture very much.

I know him this period of time, has been the third time directly carried on the shoulder by a man! She strongly expressed that the real sense of experience is very bad, OK!

She didn't dare to move her head down. She was afraid that the man would throw him away, and she didn't dare to speak. She was really afraid that she would spit out as soon as she opened her mouth

In this way, Chang Cong was forced to be quiet. He held the clothes on Feng Tingmo's shoulder tightly with his fingers. He was afraid that he would fall down. After all, this posture really made people feel insecure.

She just hopes to get to the destination soon... The atmosphere between the two people is rare to be mild. The cold atmosphere of Feng Tingmo has a little warming up at the moment, but she has no energy to pay attention to these details.

"Well..." Chang Cong only felt that he was wobbly and had no focus, and his brain began to be muddled. Until he felt that he was thrown on a soft cushion, he realized that he was finally in the car.

She felt relieved. Fortunately, she arrived at last. She was afraid that she would delay for a while. She was afraid that she was going to vomit. Now she felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

As a result, I didn't wait for Chang Cong to respond from the confused thought. I felt a soft thing stuck on my lips, and Chang Cong brain crashed for a moment.

Is this woman so intimate with that man in front of him that he is dead?

At this time, Feng Tingmo was completely dazzled by anger, and did not remember at all. In fact, Chang Cong had nothing to do with him. In other words, who Chang Cong contacted was her freedom, OK?

However, our chief executive has always been overbearing. Don't say he didn't remember this key point. Even if he did, I'm afraid the result would not be the same.

After all, this is his consistent style, isn't it

Originally, he wanted to punish Chang Cong. Kissing it was out of an instinctive reaction. He urgently needed a voice to relieve the violent atmosphere in his heart.

"Well, it's a little hot. It's too hot..."

There was a kind of "embarrassment" in the car. Chang felt that her hands and feet were not controlled by her. She didn't want to think about what was going on.

In fact, there is panic spreading in her heart, because she can't avoid the fact that she doesn't seem to reject the feeling of Feng Tingmo kissing her at all. The meaning behind this is that she doesn't want to think about it, and she doesn't dare to think about it

"Ha ha." Looking at Chang Cong, who was at a loss to change the topic, our president Feng was in a good mood.

I turned on the air conditioner in the car for Chang Cong, which made Chang Cong more embarrassed.

"Isn't this the car Suye drove yesterday?" In order to avoid Feng Tingmo's sight, Chang Cong's sight turns around unconsciously, but he accidentally finds that the car he is sitting in is very familiar.

Isn't this the car that Su drove when she picked up Xiao Conghua last night? In the twinkling of an eye when she saw it yesterday, the car was really make complaints about it. It was good, but in a flash, she sat up.

It's hard to say a word in Chang Cong's heart.

"Well, the driver didn't come." Feng Tingmo, who has been satisfied, is surprisingly good at speaking. He takes the initiative to explain to her when he hears Chang Cong's broken thoughts.

"No wonder." Chang Cong nodded clearly. Feng Tingmo's cars generally looked low-key and introverted. Although Chang Cong knew that they were absolutely expensive cars, they were totally different from Su Ye's style.

For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward again. The car had already started. Chang Cong just wanted to find a way to get in. It was really embarrassing. He unconsciously leaned to the side, as if he could get rid of the embarrassment.

Feng Tingmo silently watched Chang Cong's small movements in the rearview mirror, like a small quail with no promise.