When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

The girl's obedient manner of being ignorant but not rejecting her made Lu Sheng's cold heart regain warmth.

It doesn't matter if he hates it, otherwise he wouldn't even know what he would do?

What are you thinking? Tell me! Huh?

The slightly curled tail tone has a hint of magnetism, making people unable to help but tell everything.

Luo Shui couldn't resist such a low and sexy voice. She unconsciously touched her earlobe and felt a numbness spread from her ears down her spine.

...Lu Sheng, do you believe that one glance lasts for ten thousand years, that the soul is immortal, and that your heart will not change? Luo Shui looked at him and asked.

Those eyes as bright as stars made Lu Sheng's heart beat suddenly faster, almost out of control.

Lu Sheng's cold hands covered Luo Shui's clear eyes. For a moment, the darkness in front of her eyes made Luo Shui's heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and there was a hint of joy and sweetness.

The man covered Luo Shui with his hands, which almost melted his eyes, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled.

Such bright eyes like torches, which seemed to crush all the stars in the night sky, made him... uncontrollably want the little girl to only see him.

What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?

After a long time, Luo Shui pulled away the hand covering his eyes, and the world suddenly became brighter.

Lu Sheng looked at her, his eyes so focused that he could only accommodate her.

Nothing, I believe it. He replied, as if he was just answering her question, but also seemed to be interpreting himself.

He had glanced at the little girl in front of him for thousands of years, as if this person had been engraved on his soul in the eternity of time.

Hearing this answer, Luo Shui felt that it was both expected and unexpected.

...Well, please send me there. She smiled, as bright as the sun, as if it could dispel all the gloom.

Then I will also believe in my feelings for the time being. I believe that you are Junyao, and you will be with me for thousands of years, and you will never change your mind!

Lu Sheng felt the little girl's vague closeness, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his smiling eyes showed his good mood.

Isn't that right? I thought that it would take some effort to open the little girl's heart, but I didn't expect that there was a bright future.

He decided to have a party tonight to torture his gang a little bit, and Lu Dahu said he was in a good mood.

Luo Shui didn't know what Lu Sheng was thinking, but the pleasant atmosphere spreading in the car made her raise the corners of her lips.

The car moved forward slowly, and the warm and peaceful atmosphere made Lu Sheng feel infinite resentment for the rest of the road.

I just didn’t want to reach my destination anymore, but I finally arrived.

The man's body suddenly became dull again, exuding resentment.

Luo Shui shook his head in a funny way. Such an emotional person must not be the domineering and arrogant man he saw at first sight o(╯□╰)o

Lu Sheng had no idea that his image collapsed in the girl's eyes, and he was immersed in deep depression.

Okay, let's call!

Luo Shui was defeated by Lu Sheng's grinding eyes, so he said warmly.

Yes. Lu Sheng nodded calmly, a hint of success flashed in his unfathomable eyes.

Lu Sheng kept watching the girl's back until she entered the hotel with a sunny girl.

He did not rush to drive away, but instead closed his eyes like an old monk sitting still. When he opened them, his eyes were as deep as the sea, mysterious and charming.

Thinking about the fateful encounter in the vast sea of ​​people that day, Lu Sheng covered his forehead with his palms and laughed softly.

Suddenly, a 'buzz' sound sounded.

Lu Sheng stopped laughing instantly, and his whole person exuded the demeanor of a social elite.

He slowly put on his coat, straightened his collar, and then picked up his phone.

Say. He said coldly.

An Xiao covered his ears in surprise, how could he hear some gnashing of teeth from the phone's microphone.

He shook his head randomly, he must have heard wrongly.

How could my cousin, who could be called the noble son of an aristocratic family, grit his teeth? (⊙…⊙)