Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Jiang Wansheng's eyes froze, and suddenly an uncontrollable sourness came from his nose, and his watery eyes climbed into the mist.

This surge of grievances cannot be suppressed.

The bitterness and soreness she had buried in her heart since the phone call today, like a flood that opened the gate, densely wrapped around the heart, and the fragility penetrated everywhere.

How did he see it? She obviously disguised herself very well.

Calm, indifferent.

This is what she has always been good at, used to whitewash the fragile mask, how did he know.

The corners of her eyes were wet, as if something was falling, she raised her hand to cover it up a little helplessly.

Jiang Wansheng, crying is useless, don't make the little uncle unhappy.

She pretended, "I'm not wronged." But the tears rolling down her eyes betrayed her.

Taking a deep breath, even though there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, he forced a smile, "I don't want to cry, but I can't help it, sorry..."

Perhaps no one has ever said to her so seriously: You can cry when you feel wronged.

So when she heard it for the first time, the powerful lethality immediately made her lose control of her emotions.

Qin Mo's jaw tightened, seeing her forced smile, a layer of sternness floated in his dark eyes.

Jiang Wansheng tried his best to control the wetness in his eyes, and took several deep breaths silently before barely stopping the silently falling tears.

Qin Mo gritted his back molars, covered her slender neck with one hand, clamped the tiger's mouth on her lower jaw, and raised her drooping head with force with his knuckles, "Jiang Wansheng, look at me."

"...Little Uncle."

"Why should you feel sorry for others because of your sadness?" Qin Mo's voice was cold and unquestionable, "Grievance is an emotion you should have, and crying is your right to vent."

"Jiang Wansheng, who taught you to swallow your anger?"

Her eyes were wet and her nose was flushed, "Crying is useless. I've known since I was a child that children who cry don't necessarily have sweets."

Qin Mo's brows tightened, how did her parents raise their children.

He heard Qin Weizhao talk about the situation in Jiang Wansheng's family. At that time, he just listened to her complaint casually, but now he really felt the harm brought to Jiang Wansheng by his native family, and suddenly found it unbearable.

There was an inexplicable soreness at the tip of his heart, and the strange pain seemed to be pulling his nerves.

"Lin Tang."

Lin Tang tried his best to treat himself as a dead person, but the sudden sound caught him off guard.

He quickly responded: "Third Master."

"pull over."

Lin Tang didn't know why, but he still found a place to stop the car.

Jiang Wansheng looked at him puzzled.

He opened the car door without saying a word, and walked straight into a 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road with his tall figure.

She sniffed and turned to look at him.

Two or three minutes later, Qin Mo returned to the car.

"Let's drive."

Lin Tang continued to start.

Jiang Wansheng looked at him, and before he could say anything, a hard object was suddenly thrust into his mouth.

She subconsciously took a bite.

Sweet.

It's sugar.

Qin Mo asked in a low voice, "Is it sweet?"

Jiang Wansheng nodded blankly, "Why..."

Qin Mo put the remaining candy in her hand, "There was a child who didn't receive candy when she was crying, and now I give it to her."

The carriage was silent and dimly lit.

She looked at the colorful candies in her hands, as if she had lost the ability to organize words.

The dampness that had just faded came back, this time it was not wronged or sour.

It's a kind of indescribable fullness.

She rolled the candy in her mouth and carefully put the remaining candy into her pocket, "Little uncle, I will cherish these candies very much."

Qin Mo smiled lazily, "I bought it for you to eat, and you can buy it again after you finish eating."

"This is different." She said solemnly, "You saved me twice today, both of which mean a lot to me."

Qin Mo seemed to be interested, and his black eyes were stained with interest, "You want to repay me?"

Jiang Wansheng nodded solemnly, Qing Lingling's eyes were full of seriousness, "Yes."

"How do I repay you?" He supported his chest with one hand and looked at her lazily.

Jiang Wansheng was undefended, "Within my ability, you can ask for anything."

He repeated slowly, "Any request is fine?"

Jiang Wansheng nodded happily.

She completely changed her view of the little uncle today.

The little uncle has a sharp and aggressive appearance, but in fact he is very gentle and a gentleman on the inside.

It will definitely not embarrass her, so she should be very firm.

Lin Tang in front, listening to this conversation, was heartbroken.

As expected, a little girl at this age has no experience. His third master is a very aggressive wolf with a cold face and a hard heart.The consequences of handing over the right to make demands to the third master completely and freely are really unimaginable.

"Okay, I thought of telling you."

……

According to Jiang Wansheng's request, Lin Tang drove the car to the side gate of the school.

"Third Master, Miss Jiang, Fuhua University is here."

Jiang Wansheng took the bag and was about to get out of the car, "Thank you, Assistant Lin, goodbye, third master."

As soon as I moved my body, a big hand wrapped around my wrist, "The biscuits you gave me last time were delicious, will you make anything else?"

Jiang Wansheng: "I can also make some Chinese pastries. If you want to eat, I can make them for you."

"can."

"Then when do you want it, tomorrow?"

"No hurry." He was still holding her wrist, and his hands felt smooth and tender. He didn't want to let go, "It depends on your time."

Jiang Wansheng was so focused on making cakes for him that he didn't notice that his hand was still holding her, "Then you can contact me anytime you want."

Hearing this, Qin Mo frowned, "I can contact you whenever I want?"

"Yes."

Qin Mo couldn't hold back a chuckle from his throat, and the smile reached his eyes.

Her brows are clear, her pupils are deep, and her facial features are uniquely handsome. At this moment, she almost dazzles her eyes when she smiles.

He knew she didn't understand, and didn't want to explain, so he changed the subject, "How can I contact you."

Jiang Wansheng said without hesitation, "It's clear."

Hearing this, most of the smile in Qin Mo's eyes disappeared, "Don't want to give me your contact information?"

It sounded like a question.

Jiang Wansheng was afraid that he would misunderstand, "No, I am mainly worried that you don't want it, and I am afraid that I will be too sentimental."

"At a young age, my mind is sensitive." He let go of her wrist, and stretched out his cold, white and slender hand in front of her, "Give me the phone."

Jiang Wansheng hastily put the phone in his hand.

He took it, and tapped the screen a few times with his fingers, and then there was a vibration in the car.

"This is my private number, and the WeChat ID is the mobile phone number. Go back and add me, and contact me directly in the future."

Qin Mo's tone was tough and unquestionable.

Jiang Wansheng silently took back the phone and nodded obediently.

Qin Mo was satisfied, "Okay, let's go back."

Jiang Wansheng took the bag and got out of the car.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again.

Her slender fingers curled up and tapped on the car window.

The car window was lowered slowly, revealing Qin Mo's cold and handsome face.

"what happened?"

"Uncle, is this your first request?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, "Let's talk about it after I see your snacks."

Immediately, the window was raised, and Jiang Wansheng watched the black Bugatti drive slowly into the night.