Chapter 325： What is this pretty?

There were cars parked at the port long ago, waiting to meet them.

The sun was a little dazzling, Luo Qiao got off the cruise ship, frowned slightly, and raised her hand to cover it.

Shen Jikong came from behind her. He was wearing a trousers and black shirt, with one hand in his trouser pocket, he was tall and straight, and he was relaxed everywhere.

He walked up to her and took her hand.

Luo Qiao subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but the man's fingertips passed the silver ring on her white fingers. He glanced down at her, smiled, and asked her softly: "What is this? Ah pretty?"

That kind of look and posture made people feel extremely dangerous.

Luo Qiao's eyes flickered, and before speaking, the car had slowly stopped in front of them.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a few seconds, slowly withdrew his gaze, personally pulled the door for her, and laid his hand lazily on the upper edge of the door to prevent her from hitting her head.

After getting in the car, Shen Jikong squeezed her ring and tugged it down. However, the ring seemed to be stuck to Luo Qiao's hand, and she couldn't pull it off until it hurt.

He raised his eyebrows: "What kind of **** is this?"

Luo Qiao immediately wanted to withdraw her hand, but he refused, squinting at her hand, her eyes made her feel that he was seriously thinking about whether to chop her finger.

Luo Qiao was irritated by this sudden thought, and her scalp was numb, and she quickly wanted to withdraw her hand. However, Shen Jikong suddenly lowered her head at this moment and dropped a kiss on the hand where she was wearing the ring.

The place he touched seemed to be electrocuted at this moment, and a tingling sensation suddenly rose.

Luo Qiao's face changed slightly and she slapped him at him with a slap. However, Shen Jikong seemed to know what she was going to do, and she firmly clasped her other hand without raising her eyelids.

He lowered his head, the light in the car was slightly dim, and whether it was his drooping eyebrows or his posture, he described the man's possessiveness vividly.

"Shen Jikong!" Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't get rid of it, her breath was unstable: "You get out of me!"

His breath spilled on her fingers, and then a low, light smile came out: "I didn't kiss you again." The lighter pupil looked at her and said slowly: "Don't even kiss a little hand?"

"..."

The inside of the car was exceptionally quiet, and the driver drove without squinting.

Luo Qiao was stared at by the man in front of her for an instant. She moved. The next second, she bowed her head and kicked him directly on his calf.

Shen Jikong was unprepared and was kicked by her. It hurts the most when kicking up from this position. He heard him snorting and let go of her hand.

Luo Qiao immediately sat next to her, her slap face tight.

The man inhaled and looked at the woman who wanted to be eight hundred meters away from him, pressed his back molar and laughed in anger.

...

The car finally stopped in front of a gorgeous manor.

When the car door opened, Shen Jikong got out of the car first, walked around to the other side with her long legs, and dragged Luo Qiao, who couldn't get out of the car seat so hard.

So, all the maids watched their moody master dragging a beautiful woman into the manor.

The woman looks exquisite, with cat-like eyes that are extremely beautiful. At this moment, she is cursing the man who is pulling her: "Shen Jikong, you bastard, you let me go!"

Shen Jikong didn't say a word, clasped her wrist, took her through the living room, and went all the way to the room where he lived, and threw her directly on the bed.