Chapter 169 (2/2)

secretary zhou was so focused on driving that she could barely hear his breathing. he treated himself as invisible.

The atmosphere between the two people in the back seat was too awkward and different.

the drunk miss rong had a serious expression on her face. she was not thinking about anything, and her body was emitting a gloomy aura that shrouded the entire car. secretary zhou had not felt this kind of heavy feeling from liancheng yazhi for several years.

Secretary Zhou felt that young master ya was different from usual tonight. The way he looked at miss Rong also seemed to have changed a lot.

Rong Yan was still sleeping soundly on Liancheng Yazhi’s lap and had no idea what kind of atmosphere she was in at the moment.

Suddenly, she rolled over on Liancheng Yazhi’s legs and lay on the edge of the back seat. Her head was sliding down to her knees and was still sliding down slowly.

Liancheng Yazhi watched as her head slid down little by little. She did not stop her even though she was about to fall.

Liancheng Yazhi didn’t know what he wanted to prove either. It seemed that as long as he watched Rong Yan fall and didn’t stop her, it would show that this woman was insignificant to him.

however-

The truth was that his brain couldn’t control his hands. The moment Rong Yan was about to fall, his hands moved before his brain.

Liancheng Yazhi was depressed. He reached out and pinched Rong Yan’s face into various shapes, but she didn’t move. He pouted and said sarcastically, ” “Sleeping like a log, I might as well sell it.”

Secretary Zhou pouted as he drove. Sell it?

Young master ya, don’t joke around. At this time, let alone selling, you can destroy miss Rong’s whole family if she has a little deviation.

block A of the empire was already in front of them. secretary zhou stopped the car steadily and said, ” “Young master ya, we’re here.”

The doorman had already run over to open the car door. Liancheng Yazhi carried Rong Yan out of the car and said to Secretary Zhou, ” “Pick me up at nine tomorrow morning.”

Secretary Zhou’s eyes were about to fall out. He raised his voice and said,”Nine O ‘clock?”