Chapter 674

A Zhao:

What marriage?

Who is going to marry you?

Her thoughts were clearly expressed on her face and showed to Carlos.

Carlos bent down to stare at her for a while, then laughed: "you little liar."

When a person who does not smile, occasionally, the effect is amazing.

This man, in particular, has a very pleasing face.

A Zhao almost indulged in this rare smile.

But it was just a little bit.

She clearly remembers the pig hoof in front of her who ignored her call for help and blackened herself. She was extremely self-conscious and didn't respect other people's ideas during her short-term relationship.

Hum!

So a Zhao continued to face coldly, indicating that he was very unhappy.

Carlos came closer. He took her hand, and with a force that would not allow her to escape, he took her hand and put it in the position of his heart.

"Feel it." He said.

A Zhao wants to take his hand back, but he can't.

The skin under the fingers, separated by a thin layer of cloth, can clearly feel the heat on the ORC.

It was totally different from her own.

Strong, powerful, hot.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Clear heartbeat, along her palm, into her perception.

Carlos looked at Akio: "what you said earlier is not reasonable at all."

A Zhao takes back her hand. Carlos doesn't stop her.

A Zhao tilts his head to look at him: "what words?"

Carlos said: "no one knows better than myself whether I am moved, whether I like it or not, whether I love it or not."

A Zhao is stunned.

Carlos snorted, "no matter what I get this result through, my heart won't lie to myself. I won't lie to myself when I see your reaction."

His look is still light, but his words are extremely firm: "I'm sure, I like you."

"Ah Zhao."

"You are a Zhao, aren't you?"

A Zhao looks at this man.

He is undoubtedly conceited.

This conceit comes from his own strength and pride.

He believed in his own judgment more than interference from the outside world.

A Zhao looks up at him and feels tired of this posture.

She lifted the quilt and stood up with him.

"You like me, so?"

Carlos looked down at her. Their height made it easy for him to see the lovely curls on the top of her head.

"So, as I said just now, when you are an adult."

When you are an adult, you get married.

Ah Zhao suddenly raised his eyes: "I didn't promise."

Carlos doesn't speak, just stares at her.

For a long time, he whispered, "you will agree."

Ah Zhao:

He leaned down, his thin lips brushing her earlobe: "you won't have a second choice."

The tone is domineering and conceited.

A Zhao: "I want to leave here, I want to go to the female Protection Association!"

Carlos didn't stop her and nodded: "yes, I'll prepare the car and take you there."

A Zhao looks at him suspiciously, this person's reaction and she anticipated is not the same.

According to the normal situation, should he not imprison himself in disguise and put an end to his contact with the outside world?

Feeling her eyes, Carlos seemed to read her thoughts.

"You don't have to be too vigilant. I won't do anything to you, and I won't imprison your freedom."

Carlos came up and took her hand:

"let's go."

Carlos: please call me the routine terminator.

See you later.