Endless Pampering Only For You

Along the way, she was silent and without any expression.

Almost home, she stopped the driver at the intersection and got out of the car herself.

When Yin's car left, she went to the chair next to her and took out her mobile phone. She stared at the meeting with a calm look, and finally couldn't help but dialed Lu Yichen's phone.

Actually she didn't know what she called him.

In the past, she always thought about the topic before she called him, lest it would make the atmosphere awkward without words.

And now, with a mess of her mind, she didn't even want to say anything to him.

Just ... want to hear his voice.

As soon as the phone was dialed out, Han Qiqing's heart became tense, and his brain suddenly became muddled. Thinking about what he should tell him after he answered it?

The next second, a female voice came from the cell phone saying, "The call you dialed is off. Please dial again later ..."

Han Qiqing's expression paused.

He ... shut down.

Just turned off at this time.

The mind that had been running frantically, thinking about what topic to talk to him, became stuck all of a sudden, and then suddenly became blank.

An inexplicable loss spread in the heart.

On top of her head, the yellowed dry leaves were blown off by the wind and fell leisurely on her side and shoulders, making her face paler at the moment.

A black Bentley stopped silently in front of her.

"Sunny?"

Han Qiqing was called back by a cold voice, and the night breeze blew across her face, and she felt cold. She wiped her face subconsciously, only to find that she didn't know when to cry.

There were tear marks on his face, and it was a little sticky.

She quickly wiped those traces with both hands, afraid of being seen by others.

However, apparently the person who had just called her had seen it and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

Han Qiqing raised his head, looked in through the falling window, and barely squeezed a smile, and said, "Brother, are you off work?"

The man frowned, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked in front of her, holding her.

Han Qiqing bowed his head, afraid to look into his eyes, fearing that he had just cried, and his eyes were red, and he did not try to do anything at all.

The next second, a suit jacket draped over her, with warm body temperature.

Han Qiqing shook, only to find that his hands were cold.

She didn't know how long she was sitting here or crying.

I thought he would blame her. Why do n’t you wear a coat at night when it ’s so cold, why run out to blow hair, why do n’t you sit here and go home?

However, this is just her own imagination. The person in front of her is the iceberg brother of her family. How could she say so many words and say so many words, it is not an iceberg.

Sure enough, he said nothing, just pulled her and shoved her into the car.

"Why cry?" He asked indifferently as he opened the door, without any buffer period.

Han Qiqing shook his head and smiled, "No, it's really nothing, it's just a little thing, brother, you get off work early today, don't you have to work overtime today?"

"Well." His answer was still so brief.

Han Qiqing pursed his lips, sometimes he really felt that Dad was right. When Mom gave birth to them, she must have left her all the cheerfulness, so he was so cold, always expressionless, and regrettable gold.

"So have you eaten yet?" She asked, because she didn't expect her iceberg brother to speak.