Chapter 128 (2/2)

Which way is this girl going?

Zhou Linlin was seen by her, sweating all over. She looked around with a guilty heart. Then she raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Suddenly, ah, ”is it so late? Yao Yao, I don't think I can eat lunch with you. If my mother has to wait too long, she will eat me. Mr. Shao, Yao Yao will be handed over to you. I'll go first. ”

”Hello, Lin...”

The woman spoke very quickly, waved her hand and ran away.

Lu Yao's pretty face changed for a while, which was very wonderful.

Can the play be more pompous? She just left herself and ran away?

”If you can't handle things well by yourself, why do you have to let others be in a dilemma?” The man's faint voice rang out.

Lu Yao's face was cold. She turned her eyes and glared at him. Then she shook off his hand and said angrily, ”if you are so brazen, the police can't handle it well. Go away and don't follow me again.”

Shao Yunchen took a step directly forward. His hand, which had not been taken back, was directly put on her shoulder. With a slight force on his arm, he held the man half into his arms. His voice softened a little, ”eat first. I'll take you back later, eh?”

Lu Yao's body is stiff. She sticks to his chest and sniffs at his breath. Remembering the conversation with Linlin in the morning, Lu Yao's heart is in a mess. She twists her eyebrows and pushes him hard. Her tone is low, almost praying, ”Shao Yunchen, can you stop this?”

He tossed about like this, do you know let her heart struggle?

Did he know how much warmth he felt at this time? If she goes on like this, she will really regret the divorce.

Throat hair tight, mouth suddenly astringent fierce, a grievance surged to the heart, her dark eyes once moist.

Shao Yunchen low eyes, body slightly a shock.

Did she cry?

”Yao, Yao Yao?”

Red eyes, as if suffering from extreme injustice, there is a kind of delicate and pathetic sense of weakness.

Shao Yunchen slightly flustered, holding her shoulder in both hands, eyes tightly staring at the past, hoarse voice like a low sigh, ”my fault, you don't cry, if you don't want to see me, I'll go now.”

She may really find him bored.