However, when his finger was about to press the dial button, his speed suddenly dropped uncontrollably.

She was taken aback. At this moment, several cars behind her quickly passed her and surrounded her.

The door of the car was opened, and his men bent over and whispered respectfully, "Miss Luo, please, Master."

Luo Qiao held the phone and slowly tightened her lips.

In the night, the mobile phone she was holding was returned to the man, and Luo Qiao was taken to a low-key black car.

From beginning to end, the people in the car never came out.

Seeing her with a cold face, he stretched out his hand to open the car door for her. From this angle, Luo Qiao could see the man’s two slender and straight legs wrapped in trousers. The joints on his knees were distinct. White fingers were tapping in no hurry.

"Miss Luo." The men on the side urged in a low voice.

Luo Qiao stared coldly at the urging subordinates, and sat in with a sullen face.

"..."

The innocent man who was given a fierce look by her touched his nose and closed the door for them.

This is the sphere of influence of the young master. No matter how fast Miss Luo drives the car, what is the use, as long as she is still in this country, it is impossible to escape.

Shen Jikong sat in the position, propped his head, his eyes were lazy and calm, there was still a little bit of just getting drunk.

Luo Qiao knew that she was deceived by him, and as soon as she sat in, she turned her head to face the direction of the car window without saying a word.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a few seconds, then faintly said to the driver who looked at him: "Let's go."

No one said anything along the way, Shen Jikong gently rubbed his temples, that little wine had little effect on him, drinking a little wine at his position would not know the personnel, then he would not survive now.

It's just that he almost laughed at the thought that she walked so cleanly at the time and couldn't wait to kick him a few feet.

The car drove to the manor, his men opened the door for him, and the black car slowly drove in.

When she stopped, Luo Qiao opened the door and got out of the car, and walked directly to the living room. Shen Jikong copied her pocket with one hand and followed her without hurries.

Luo Qiao walked all the way to her room, ignoring the people behind her, and slammed the door.

The maids looked at Shen Jikong's expressions tremblingly, so to show the master's expression, there are really few people in this world.

But the man couldn't see the slightest anger on his face, and there was even an understatement of indulgence. He glanced over them and said, "Go down."

The maids lowered their heads in response: "Yes."

The key was inserted into the keyhole, followed by the door being opened from the outside.

As soon as Shen Jikong came in, he was facing a pillow that was flying over him. He didn't even raise his eyes, but leaned his head to avoid it.

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at the angry woman and said lightly: "Stay here, after all, you don't want to be tied to the bed every day from now on, eh?"

What responded to him was a flying lamp.

Shen Jikong looked at the lamp that was torn apart in the moment when it hit the wall, retracted his gaze, and said to her slowly: "Be good, I will take you to the wedding dress tomorrow."

Luo Qiao finally couldn't bear it, and shouted at him: "Shen Jikong, you dog, get out of me!"

The man chuckled: "What should I do? The more you are like this, the more I like you."

Luo Qiao's chest fluctuated violently, and soon, he smashed everything that could be picked up in the room, "Get out! Shen Jikong, you lunatic, you give me out!"