100 ways to be a scumbag boss

When the two left, they took the Feng family's car. He had drunk some wine and was not drunk, but his body temperature was much hotter than usual. The two of them intertwined their fingers and held hands, and she felt the most amazing.

The driver didn't even turn on the navigation and returned the same way.

He was very familiar with the roads in the imperial capital. He had received professional training before becoming the driver of the Feng family.

The air-conditioning outlet made some buzzing noise, blowing into the back seat. She rubbed her knees and shivered slightly.

When Ming Jiaye saw this, he immediately removed the lotus leaves from the air conditioner outlet, hugged her into his arms, and gently rubbed her legs with his hot palms.

The little girl was not tall, and when she was nestled in his arms, she was petite and small, like a lazy kitten.

From time to time, she would still rub against his neck, which made people feel weak.

The black suit fits perfectly. The shirt button was originally buttoned to the top button meticulously, but now for some reason, two buttons are unbuttoned.

That little furry head just arched there, it's not hard to tell whether there was something intentional about it.

Just as the hot breath fell quietly, the thin ankle was clasped by his calloused hands, and the fingertips only rubbed it gently, causing the little thing in his arms to tremble.

He called Uncle Sheng as if begging for mercy.

The voice shook violently.

I don’t know, maybe I think the two of them are doing something behind the scenes!

The road conditions ahead are a bit complicated, but fortunately my driving skills are good.

However, Ming Jiaye stopped him after he made several consecutive turns: "Please put us down at the intersection ahead, please."

He was gentle and courteous in speech and extremely well-bred, as was the case with everyone.

"You're welcome, but Mr. Feng promised to send you and Miss Ruan back to the hotel safely."

"It's okay, just tell me it was my intention when you get back."

Ming Jiaye smiled, his tone was soft, but his words could not be criticized.

"Yes."

The car slowly slowed down and finally stopped at the intersection ahead.

After the two got out of the car, they waved to him.

The soft street lights shine on people, giving them an inexplicable sense of warmth and comfort.

It's strange to say that when it comes to comfort, it should be comfortable when I was in Haishi, but it was actually when I was in a foreign land that I first experienced this slow "old age life".

The two intertwined their fingers and walked slowly along the road.

Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the entire imperial capital, but some small fairy sticks can still be played with. Through the fence, she looked eagerly at other little girls playing with fairy sticks in the yard, and she was very greedy.

"Uncle Ming, I want to play too."

This... is indeed a bit difficult to handle.

First of all, it is difficult to find a place to buy it. Secondly, it is somewhat exciting to have Ming Jiaye know the law and break the law in the imperial capital.

But she really wanted it.

Simply, he knocked on the door and entered someone else's courtyard, and asked for a fairy stick for her.

When the little star started the fire, her laughter was clear and sweet, and he looked at her from the dancing firelight, his eyes full of love.

The last second when the fireworks are about to burn out.

He called her in a hoarse voice: "Huanhuan."

"Ok?"

The man took a step forward, with some incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

She subconsciously took a step back, but there happened to be a streetlight behind her, and before she could even turn around, someone pinched her waist and pressed her against the pole, sucking her tongue until it was numb.

"Uncle Ming~"

"Do you really want to get pregnant, baby?"

"Then it depends on how many times Uncle Ming can get someone pregnant."

Her half-provocation and half-invitation words instantly caused an obscure and dangerous aura to grow in him.

He turned his face to the side and buried it gently in her neck. His voice was hoarse: "I will love you tonight, little one."