Frowning at you with thousands of fingers pointing at you, you don't understand
He stood for a while, and then Yin Ruosheng seemed to have been catalyzed, and in the blink of an eye, he ran downstairs like an arrow, straight to the parking lot, started the engine, and accelerated to 120. He didn't think much, just his inner self issuing orders to do so, why did
Not oneself
I have to go after that girl.
Yue Ran turned around and looked back, hailed a taxi, she couldn't go home looking like this, if she did, her parents would definitely scold her. The driver's question interrupted Yue Ran's thoughts, "Miss, where do you want to go?"
She was somewhat stunned and replied after a while: Go to Building 2, North Ring Road Mansion. Yue Ran
In a hurry, she blurted out the address of Jiang Mengyu. She took out her phone and dialed Jiang Mengyu's number, but he didn't answer. Yue Ran felt a bit down, it was so late, shouldn't Mengyu be asleep? Going to find him like this was a bit...
Reason, and besides, Mengmeng's parents are still at home. Yue Ran was a bit hesitant, when the car suddenly slammed on the brakes, Yue Ran's
The child suddenly leaned forward.
After a long while, the car returned to calmness. The driver cursed loudly: "How are you driving in front? That's too much..."
The driver had not finished speaking, when Yin Ruosheng opened the car door and pulled Yue Ran out. Yue Ran struggled to free herself. Yin Ruosheng's car was stopped in front, while several cars behind kept honking their horns, "Move your car forward!"
The taxi driver smiled and said: Little
It's normal for couples to quarrel. Miss, hurry up and get back with your boyfriend, I still have to make a living, please get off the bus.
The two of them were taken aback at the same time and asked in unison: Who is her boyfriend (girlfriend)?
The driver didn't say a word, just smiled and said again, "My wife and I are both at that age, still bickering and talking back to each other. It's really hard to understand young people these days."
Yue Ran pouted, raised her head high, and had no choice but to get off the car. Yin Ruosheng walked in front and opened the door, but Yue Ran refused to budge behind him. The driver in the back was impatiently honking the horn.
In this case, Yue Ran had no choice but to get into Yin Ruosheng's car.
I thought Yueran would make a big fuss, but she was unusually calm and didn't say a word, without any expression.
Her eyes kept staring out the window. The small space inside the car was filled with a strange atmosphere, and Yue Ran couldn't help but ask herself why she was angry about his words, why she cared so much about his opinion of her.
He slowly started the car, wanting to comfort her, but didn't want to speak up, because that way he would be misunderstood by her again. So he took out his phone and decided to communicate with her by sending a text message.
"You have a new message, please check it." Yue Ran opened his phone and was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Yin Ruosheng. Yin Ruosheng was very calm, Yue Ran was somewhat puzzled, but still didn't ask why, he just opened the message and took a look:
Miss Yue Ran, please don't be angry. Today I also want to recommend a famous quote from Pushkin: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be angry! When things are not going well, just tolerate it for the time being. Believe that happiness will come."
The child will arrive soon.
Yue Ran stared at the message in a daze, feeling that this was one of the best things Yin Ruosheng had done. She realized that he was slowly starting to become less cold-blooded and actually knew how to care about people. Yue Ran's heart...
Great, but facial expression
Still cold.
This made Yin Ruosheng feel a sense of defeat. After being so accommodating, Miss Yue still wouldn't accept it, and Yin Ruosheng felt wronged.
Don't care about it, suddenly accelerated the car very quickly, flew past, Yue Ran hadn't prepared yet, suddenly sped up, making her accustomed.
He suddenly threw himself backward, scared half to death, his face pale and weak.

