Chapter 7: Be responsible to the end After Shu Man saw the slender figure blending into the night in a daze, it was elongated by the light of the street lamp.

Under the flickering light, that extraordinary straight figure was outlined. No matter from which angle you looked at it, such a man seemed unreal and illusory, so stern and noble that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

When I was still not sure whether such a man like a god really existed in front of my eyes, I saw this "superior" man in front of me bent down, stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and clamped his best friend's body small face.

It has to be said that every part of this man is perfect and impeccable, even the ten fingers stretched out are clean and slender, making those women feel ashamed when they see it.

The eyes that were as dark as the Aegean Sea, after clearly seeing Qiao Muwan's face under the light of the street lamp, suddenly burst out a biting glimmer of light.

Although it is said that a man has met a lot of women at his age, but how could he not recognize the woman he met last night when he turned around?

It's just that they didn't expect that they met again in such a way.

Seeing Li Qishen put his hand on her best friend's waist, Shu Man's eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

It is really unbelievable that such a man would condescend to fall in love with Qiao Muwan, a dead wood. She suddenly felt that this good girlfriend of hers really lost the sesame seeds and picked up the watermelon, and unexpectedly met the pie in the sky. Such a superb man.

"Well, sir, since you've injured my friend, you're responsible—to the end!"

Deliberately biting down on the last two words, Shu Man ran away in a cool short skirt.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take a look at Qiao Muwan who was staring in a daze with great interest, as if to say, enjoy this valuable spring-night moment tonight!

Seeing Shu Man running away, Lu Linchuan who was standing behind Li Qishen hurriedly said, "Little..."

Seeing that the hand with sharp joints was raised to signal himself, Lu Linchuan closed his mouth wisely.

Locking the deep eyes on the small face of the woman in the crook of her arms again, Li Qishen's obsidian-like pupils shrank subconsciously, and even tightened the palms of the hands placed on Qiao Muwan's waist. .

Looking at his husband who didn't respond for more than ten seconds, Lu Linchuan said cautiously: "Mr. Li, I need to send this lady..."

"Give me the car keys!"

Pulling her thin lips, a low and cold voice slowly and forcefully escaped from Li Qishen's lips.

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Dragging the drunk Qiao Muwan to the co-pilot seat, Li Qishen took off his suit jacket and threw it on the back seat of the car, casually tore off his tie, and untied the two buttons on his white shirt. Buttons, open the strong but not bulky mechanism.

The black business car was driving slowly on the brightly lit street. When passing a traffic post, Li Qishen turned his deep eyes like ravines to the side, staring at Qiao Muwan's innocent little face with the same blurred eyes as the day before. , his eyes dimmed suddenly.

"Please... help me!"

"It's so heavy!"

Such a charming but not coquettish voice echoed in his memory, making his heart feel as if a feather had been brushed suddenly, only causing a tingling-numbing feeling.

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