Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

However, the car door was closed, blocking her sight and her hope.

The bodyguard left the man to his subordinates, and when he led them away, a cold and majestic voice behind them stopped them.

"stop!"

The tall and tall man got out of the car, and Tianlin stepped forward to hold the umbrella for him.

The black umbrella was lowered, and the man's facial features were hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

But his innate aura of king cannot be ignored.

The bodyguard looked at him, and couldn't help being respectful when he spoke.

"Sir, is there anything else?"

While talking, the man has come to the front.

He is tall, nearly 1.9 meters, without words, just standing can bring a strong sense of oppression.

The bodyguard works in the Song family and has seen many important people.

But I have never seen such a courageous young man. For a moment, I feel uneasy, which young master?

The man's dark and stern eyes moved to Song Qianxi's body, and he said, "Leave her behind."

A flash of surprise flashed in Tianlin's eyes, but he quickly returned to his original state.

Hearing this, Song Qianxi's brows were filled with joy, her clear eyes regained their light, and she looked at him with joy and excitement.

The man's heart tightened when he saw it, and his cold brows and eyes were slightly softer.

The bodyguard refused, "Sir, she is Miss Song, tomorrow..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man shot his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his whole body exuded sternness.

Under the heavy rain, the ghost was like Satan, and the intimidating bodyguard trembled and swallowed his words.

Song Qianxi took advantage of the gap to break free and followed the man into the car.

It wasn't until the black car sped away, splashing a splash of water on the faces of the bodyguards that they came back to their senses.

"Boss... Boss, are you still chasing me?"

The man's dark and poisonous eyes lingered in his heart, and his body couldn't help trembling. Looking at the figure of the car disappearing in the rain, the lead bodyguard was silent for a while.

"Let's just say... that the eldest lady got into a car accident and was rescued."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

……

The heating in the car was very good, Song Qianxi took off the heavy and wet cotton jacket.

The thin tight-fitting knitted sweater on her body outlined graceful curves, and Chu Muhan's eyes darkened slightly.

"Thank you for helping me, just put me down at the intersection ahead."

She thanked him, leaned back on the chair weakly and smiled slightly at the man.

A gleam of brilliance bloomed on his embarrassed face.

The man didn't respond, and closed his eyes lazily, with exhaustion in his brows and eyes.

The atmosphere is stiff.

Song Qianxi touched her nose in embarrassment, and closed her eyes in a daze.

Within a few breaths, she fell asleep, her head tilted, and she unconsciously leaned on the man's shoulder.

At the same moment, the man opened his eyes.

As soon as she turned her head, Song Qianxi woke up with a jolt, and suddenly raised her head and bumped into the man's chin.

"hiss--"

The man gasped.

Song Qianxi covered her mouth in shock, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She was really sleepy.

"Let me help you see if there is any bruise."

Song Qianxi pulled away the man's hand covering his chin. For a good-looking man, even the line of his jaw is so perfect.

But she didn't care to appreciate it, the man's chin was flushed, she slowly blew cool air, as if a feather gently touched the man's heartstrings, making his throat tighten, and his eyes stared at her with deep eyes.

"What's your name?"

Porcelain's low voice sounded from above his head.

Song Qianxi blinked, "Song Qianxi, the shallowness of the smile, the farthest reach."

Song Qianxi...

"I remember you!"