The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

About an hour later.

Hang Ti held her head and half-closed her eyes.

My head is a little dizzy.

Jiang Ze paid the bill and helped her up: "I'll take you back."

Hang Ti looked at him half-awake, her eyes a little misty, and laughed.

did not speak.

Until Jiang Ze helped her into the passenger seat.

I heard her whispering in her voice: "Where are you going back to? I haven't had a home for a long, long time."

Her parents died a long time ago, and she lived with her brother. Later, his brother also died.

She was alone.

Where does home come from?

Jiang Ze held his hand on the steering wheel for a moment, turned his head, and saw the girl's fair profile. She was holding her hands and looking out the window.

He couldn't see her emotions clearly.

"Sister Xiaosha, you are a little drunk."

The man leaned over and grabbed the seat belt to fasten it for her.

As soon as they met, Hang Ti suddenly turned back.

In an instant, the distance between them was only a few centimeters.

You can clearly smell each other's alcohol in your breath.

Her baby face was so exquisite that she looked at him with a pair of black and white eyes, a slight smile on her lips.

Jiang Ze's fingers holding on to the seat belt shrank.

The dark eyes suddenly understood.

With his throat rolling, he said, "I'll fasten your seat belt."

"Brother Shier."

She suddenly made a sound, Jiang Ze stopped and stared at her: "Is something wrong?"

She raised her eyebrows and suddenly touched his face with her fingers, admiring him: "Suddenly I realized that you seem to be quite handsome."

Jiang Ze: "..."

He calmly corrected him sternly: "I've always been very good-looking!"

"Okay, take the beating."

Hang Ti laughed, her long eyelashes lowered, beautiful and attractive.

Jiang Ze's lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked at her with deep eyes.

"Hangti." He called her name.

"Ok?"

She raised her head and her lips just brushed his face, soft and numb.

Jiang Ze's back stiffened.

Breathing is a lot faster.

There was fire in his body that was attacking him continuously.

Fierce and passionate.

In her pupils, the man's handsome face slowly moved closer to her.

Hang Ti was stunned.

Forgot to move.

Just look at him like that.

suddenly.

Jiang Ze stopped suddenly, and then Hang Ti felt a chill on his neck.

He held her necklace with his cold fingertips and looked at the photos inside.

He knew the girl, it was her.

Next to her, there was a boy standing.

very intimate.

The heat just now was suddenly like a basin of ice water being poured over it, soaking it thoroughly.

Jiang Ze's voice was a little hoarse: "Hang Ti, this is one by one"

"do not move."

Her rationality was instantly pulled back. She snatched the photo from his fingertips, held it in her hand, and pressed it against her heart.

"Don't touch my necklace."

"You still have it, it's very precious." The man pulled his lips and spoke slowly.

Protected so carefully.

Hang Ti didn't speak. The corners of her eyes turned red due to the alcohol.

Jiang Ze looked at her, and after a moment, he sat back in his seat.

A pair of eyes looked forward, their eyes dark and terrifying.

His hands were placed on the steering wheel, loosening and tightening, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Then he took out his cigarette, lit it, and rolled down the window.

Start pumping.

What she said when we were at the village suddenly came to mind.

"Don't think too hard, it's useless."

It turned out to be so.

He sneered, as if mocking himself.

Turning her head, Hang Ti just turned to look at him.

The four eyes met unexpectedly.

The thin smoke blurred his outline, and only his cold handsome face could be vaguely seen.

After a few seconds, she said, "Give me a cigarette?"

Jiang Ze didn't move.

Hang Ti repeated it again.

He smoked and got her addicted to cigarettes.

There are no pockets.

Seeing that he still didn't respond, she turned over and reached into his pocket.

A pair of small hands just touched his body without any rules.

Jiang Ze's body stiffened severely.

Looking at her, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

He didn't stop the hands and just asked: "Want to smoke?"

Hang Ti nodded: "Yeah."

"Okay." Jiang Ze curled his lips, bit the cigarette, and took a long drag.

next second one by one

There was a sudden weight on the back of his head, and the man's thin lips pressed up, and the strong smell of smoke passed through his mouth.

With his taste, it lingered on the tip of her tongue.

Hang Ti was confused.

He took the opportunity to go deeper.

A few seconds later, Hang Ti pushed him away suddenly and narrowed her eyes dangerously: "You fucking want to die?"

He replied in a nonchalant manner: "Death under the peonies will make you a charming ghost."

Licking his lips, he still felt unfinished.

"Hold!"

Dog man!So bold!

Hang Ti cursed secretly, crossed her long legs, jumped over, raised her fists and started to attack.