He turned his head to look at Yi Xiaoling who was stunned outside the car, raised his eyebrows, "Not in the car yet?"

"..."

Yi Xiaoling was yelled inexplicably by him.

As soon as their marriage was cancelled, he went on a blind date, and she was not angry. Why did he lose his temper at her instead...

Thinking of the scene she saw in the dining room, Yi Xiaoling's eyes dimmed.

Facing Yan Shuhan's indifferent black eyes, he stretched out his hand to open the car door and sat in the back seat.

She didn't want to see him, she would think of that scene when she saw him, she should just sit behind.

Sitting in the back, you can't see anything.

Yi Xiaoling used his own calculations, but Yan Shuhan didn't cooperate.

She sat for a long time, but he did not drive.

Just when she was about to ask, he slowly glanced back at her.

Yi Xiaoling met his eyes and felt guilty.

Well, there was no one in the passenger seat. She was sitting in the back, very rude, as if he was a driver. He was angry for a reason.

Originally thought that he was not a caregiver, it was obvious that he was angry, and Yi Xiaoling immediately sat in front obediently.

"Fasten seat belt." Yan Shuhan's thin lips opened slightly, instead of looking at her, he looked straight ahead, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

"..." Yi Xiaoling was dumbfounded for a second before reaching out to fasten his seat belt.

In my mind, the scene of every time she was riding in his car came to mind.

She always forgot to wear a seat belt. He would go over the seat and fasten her every time, then bowed his head and kissed her. As a reward, he drove with satisfaction.

Now, when he had just finished his blind date with someone else, he was reluctant to wear a seat belt for her. He would only coldly remind her that he would not even look at her straight.

Yi Xiaoling silently fastened his seat belt, lowered his head, moved to the car door and sat down.

There was a cold breath in Yan Shuhan's body, and Yi Xiaoling wondered if Yu Xinxing's condition worried him. She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.

Sit well and quietly, wishing to make yourself transparent, lest he be angry.

Yan Shuhan drove the car without squinting, and the girl beside her was quiet, completely opposite to the way she was before him.

She used to be very excited whenever she saw him.

Even if she was just sitting in the car, she would turn her head and stare at him without turning a moment. Seeing that he was hot and hot, she couldn't help closing her eyes.

"My husband is so handsome that I can't close my eyes, what should I do?"

Once, she was sitting in the passenger seat like this, holding her cheeks in her hands, and squeezing him with a smile.

His beautiful eyes are full of his shadow.

But now, sitting in his car, she would just sit quietly, either lowering her head, or turning her head to look out the window, without looking at him once.

Is it true that only Odd Witley can make her so coquettish and close?

Thinking that she would be intimacy in front of another man like she did to him, Yan Shuhan grabbed the steering wheel's hand and squeezed it suddenly, her fingertips were white, and the back of her hand was blue.

The breath on the body became more and more bitter...

Yi Xiaoling tried to reduce his sense of existence, just because he was worried about making him angry.

But she still felt that the temperature in the car was getting colder and colder, and even the air became thinner and it was difficult to breathe.

He is angry.

And it is getting more and more angry.

She did nothing, it should have nothing to do with her.

But his face is not pretty, should she ask?