Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

So even if this road goes on without end, at least he can watch her for a while.

Just before the speed was too fast, Su Shi ’s hair was blown by the wind, and a few strands of hair were stuck on her lips.

The forefinger of his forefinger swept across her ruddy lips.

The heart moved again.

This girl is beautiful like a flower fairy coming out of the painting, like an elf flying out of the mountains. No wonder so many people want to have it.

Su Shi was confused by his staring, "Uncle Ming, why are you looking at me like this?"

She asked as she touched her face, "Is there anything on my face?"

"Well." Ming Ansheng called her softly.

The tone is extremely tender.

"Huh?" Su An was staring at Ming Ansheng somewhat inexplicably, but she felt her face and wondered why it was suddenly a little hot.

She thought it might be the cause of her hair, so she tied her hair up again with an eraser.

Just a gust of wind blew, and she was refreshed.

Sure enough, it was the reason for the loss of hair.

"Do you have anyone you like?" Ming Ansheng asked suddenly.

After asking him, he felt a bit abrupt, afraid that Su Shi would guess or see something, and he wanted to cover up without saying anything.

But Su Shi nodded without hesitation, "Yes ..."

What else did she want to say, interrupted by Ming Ansheng, "I mean so many boys chasing you, don't you have a favorite one?"

He knew that she must be the first one to say, yes, I was the third one.

"I don't like them." Su Shi shook her head and even frowned, but suddenly she smiled sweetly, "I like Brother Qi Lei."

Ming An Sheng's heart sank sharply at the same time, sinking to the bottom of the valley.

He smiled wryly, "... is ... is it?"

Did she really like that little Chinese medicine practitioner?

"Yeah." Su Shi nodded, as if provoking her interest, she said with a smile, "I particularly like the chicken wings made by Brother Qi Lei. There is no restaurant made chicken wings that are delicious."

With that said, she instantly flashed the look and taste of the chicken wings in her mind.

Ming Ansheng: "..."

He suddenly felt that he was playing the ox against a cow.

"I'll take you back." Ming Ansheng said, starting to steer the steering wheel, preparing to turn.

Su Shi frowned. "Can't you just take a while?"

"It's late." Ming Ansheng dropped the car and stopped, looking at Su Shi seriously.

"Otherwise you take me to tattoo now." Su Shi said, suddenly pounced on Ming Ansheng, holding his arms in his arms to coquettishly, "Uncle Ming, take me to tattoo, just tonight."

Nuo Nuo's voice, like a feather, scratched Ming Ansheng's heart and whole body nerves.

He bowed his head, her little head was close at hand, and he bent down slightly, smelling the good shampoo smell on her head.

He really wanted to be closer, closer, and kiss her brows, even if it was ears.

Under the charming moonlight, the distance between the two is getting closer.

However, good things always wear out.

The cell phone suddenly rang at this time, and Ming Ansheng woke up suddenly.

He awoke, straightened his back sharply, but fortunately he was upset again, and he was in a tangled mood.

He reached out his hand impatiently and took the phone out of the storage compartment. He glanced at the caller ID, his eyes were colder, and he didn't answer. He hung up.