The arrogant president is coming menacingly!

Chapter 063, I still worry about the red Lamborghini. After asking the people behind me for the third time, why did the father and daughter get into the fight this time? The man who kept silent all the time made the atmosphere extremely oppressive rolled his eyes, then he held the steering wheel and focused on driving forward, and vowed that he would never turn around again to make fun of himself, and let him be depressed alone go.

The car had just driven out not far away, when the sky that had just returned to the moon and stars was suddenly filled with lightning and thunder.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed in displeasure, glanced lightly at the unpredictable weather outside the window, Rong Chi curled his lips speechlessly.

I thought to myself, there are unpredictable things in the sky, whoever said this is quite reasonable.

--"parking!"

Suddenly there was a decibel sound that was close to noise, and Rong Chi was so frightened that he freed his right hand reflexively and covered his tortured right ear.

The left hand on the steering wheel quickly turned right, and a sudden brake stopped the car on the side of the road.

Turning his head, frowning slightly, he looked incomprehensibly at the person in the back seat who had been silent for a long time and was making a big splash with just one mouthful, Rong Chi's slightly tired tone showed helplessness in not understanding him, "Brother, so what?" gone?"

Turning a deaf ear to his doubts, Lian Chu raised his head and looked out of the window with a deep expression, leaving only the stern and resolute side face of the person in the front seat.

Looking at the gray sky filled with thunder and lightning above his head, the color of his eyes that still lingered in anger became even darker.

That girl is most afraid of thunder, and since Mrs. Yan is not around, even he has left, she is the only one left in the huge house, maybe she is afraid of what she is now.

What's more, he just hit a little hard, I don't know if she was hurt?

It's so cold on the ground, wouldn't she still be sitting like that?

The eyes are already uncomfortable. Could it be that he is still crying endlessly?

These stupid questions that he knew the answer to but kept asking himself kept popping up in his mind, and his brows that had been wrinkled all night became more and more tense like a full-stringed bow.

In the past ten years, unless there were special circumstances, almost every night of lightning and thunder, he would be by her side, the whole night.

She was still young before, and on a stormy night like this, he could sleep with her in his arms without any scruples.

Later, as she got older, he began to know how to avoid suspicion.

Of course, Thunder and Rain will still accompany her as always, but he will no longer hug her to sleep with her body slowly changing, but choose to sleep on the floor next to her bed, chatting with her and comforting her until she falls asleep so far.

I remember the last time it rained, it seemed to be more than half a month ago.

There was also a lot of thunder that day. He was delayed because of something, so he hurried back, and it was still a bit late to go back.

Even though Mrs. Yan was by her side at that time, all the big and small lights in the villa were turned on according to her request, but when he hurried back and pushed open the door of her room, he was still greeted by the same It was a scene that made him feel headache and heartache as usual.

With just one glance, he blamed himself endlessly, and immediately slapped himself mercilessly as a punishment.

It's a big deal and he should come back sooner, what's more important than his scurrying!

For so many years, whenever there was thunder and lightning, she would reflexively run to the bed and cover herself tightly with the quilt, not even wanting to show her head.

Once you lift the quilt, you will see a completely different Tang Pianliu from usual.

She in the quilt is more fragile than you can imagine.

No longer the little girl who is not afraid of anything, but helpless like a child who has lost her way.

Even if she hugged herself tightly with all her strength and curled up into a ball, her body would still keep shaking, and the degree of shaking was even more exaggerated than that of a drug-addicted person.

A pale little face stained with crying tears was deeply buried in his arms, and the tender and lovely lips were often red and swollen by her biting.