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Up ahead in the car, Jiang Xuan reclined the driver’s seat with one hand, looking up at the shade of pink gradually climbing up the girl’s slender neck.
Xia Ye was ↑.
It wasn’t her first ti showing a desire to taste his "spiritual" energy, and under such an offensive, even Heavenly Dao would find it hard to remain unruffled.
The images in his mind tumbled over and over, that one action he had thought about countless tis.
His self-control was particularly weak today, and if this was sothing that would happen sooner or later, why fuss over age.
It was his adherence to convention in the past that had wasted him thousands of years.
Desire churned in the man’s eyes as he spoke, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, "Or else, how about today?"
How about today? There was an itch in Xia Ye’s heart, and she could hardly wait to drain all his spiritual energy.
Jiang Xuan asked again, "The Jiang Family place? Or a hotel?"
This place definitely wasn’t an option.
"Either is fine, I’ll listen to you," Xia Ye was rarely so obedient, and Jiang Xuan’s body tensed even more.
He put the girl back in the passenger seat, raised his hand to start the car, and since it had co to this, there was no need to restrain his body’s reaction.
"Oh right," the girl in the passenger seat buckled her seat belt and suddenly asked very naturally, "Today’s my period, that doesn’t bother you, does it?"
Jiang Xuan almost crushed the steering wheel.
Peri... What the hell???
Seeing him frozen in place, Xia Ye urged him sowhat impatiently, "It doesn’t bother you, right?"
Jiang Xuan was still for what could have been half a minute, and after looking up, calming himself down was nearly impossible; he clenched his jaw, squeezing two words through his teeth, "It does."
Xia Ye: "Huh?"
"Get out," that was the last of Jiang Xuan’s rationality.
Xia Ye: ...
He was so fierce!
The gaze cut back to the car behind.
The driver belonged to the Shen Family, although he rarely rode alone with Mr. Shen, usually accompanied by a secretary.
Today was an exception.
Even more exceptional was Mr. Shen actually taking the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. The driver swallowed nervously, his nervousness clear in his eyes.
He had been a driver with the Shen Family for many years precisely because he was discreet and seldom spoke, but today, with Mr. Shen initiating questions, he had to answer.
’What do you think the people in the car up front are doing?’ he recalled Mr. Shen asking. Giving the car ahead a glance, truth be told, he hadn’t seen Xia Ye getting into the car, but for so reason, upon hearing Mr. Shen’s question, he subconsciously assud that there should be a female university student and a... successful man inside the car.
After all, that car was expensive.
What else would a female university student and an older, successful man do together in the sa car?
The driver thought himself quite clever, quickly replying, "Hey, with these young female university students and rich n in those cars, what else can they be doing? Those cars have spacious interiors and specially tinted privacy film... they’re probably already a big boss’ sweet treat by now, using their youth and beauty to take shortcuts... But the young lady from our house is different, those shaless female university students can’t hold a candle to her."
The driver felt he was quite witty and humorous and had thought things through quite considerately.
He both made fun of other female university students and singled out the young lady from his house, as n are usually fond of such conversations...
However, the mont his gaze t Mr. Shen’s through the rear-view mirror, his heart missed a beat, and he felt as if a poisonous snake was strangling his throat.
Had he said sothing wrong? Why did Mr. Shen look so displeased???
"Get out," ca the simple command, but it carried the chill of a hundred-degree frost.
The driver beca flustered, "Huh?"
"Get out," Shen Zhixi repeated coldly, "Starting tomorrow, you don’t need to co to work."
Having said that, he ignored the driver’s dumbstruck expression and called his secretary, informing them of his location.
Even after getting out of the car, the driver couldn’t understand which of his words had angered Mr. Shen so much that he faced severance!
The middle-aged man’s stubborn tears streaked down his face as he heard the car door open in front of him.
The female university student got out and went around to the driver’s side, the man handed her the backpack through the window, his wrist revealing a watch that glittered under the streetlights, obviously valuable.
Facts proved that the driver had guessed mostly right.
But soon, as he saw clearly who that girl was, the utterly befuddled driver seed to realize why Mr. Shen was angry...
Shen Zhixi sat in the car, watching Xia Ye get out; she straightened her hair, and there was an unnatural crease at the back of her top.
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