Mr. Gong

In this limited space full of the other party's feminine aura, Mr. Gong sat on the co-pilot with a red face, and didn't even know how to place his hands for a while, so he had to lower his head and play with his fingers.

Sensing the other party's questioning gaze, Mr. Gong blushed even more, and the posture of lowering his head and playing with his fingers instantly became uncoordinated, and his movements were as stiff as a robot.

"I won't eat you again, don't be afraid."

The man sitting in the driver's seat spoke in an extremely gentle and deep voice, perhaps because Mr. Gong's "chicken pecking rice" posture is so cute, he couldn't help chuckling a few times after he finished speaking.

Hearing the other party's laughter, Mr. Gong quickly raised his head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. He didn't dare to look at the other party at all, and said in a very nasty voice, "Where are we going?"

"What do you say?"

The man saw Mr. Gong's "pretending to be calm" look of turning his head aside to look at the scenery outside the window. Although the car happened to pass through the tunnel now, it is estimated that the other party saw only his own face.

But he didn't dare to continue teasing, for fear of provoking the other party to cry again.

When he was brought out from the auction site, he had coaxed him for several hours, and even handed in his unlimited interstellar supplementary card, and the tears of the other party stopped in a reasonable way.

If this is the last time I cry, will I have to hand over the public grain that I have kept for more than [-] years in the car?

It's better to save this kind of thing after going home, and it's better to do it at night!Inexplicably, the officer major general had this intuition.

"I do not know..."

Mr. Gong stared obsessively at the side face of the other party reflected on the car window, his ears were already flushed, and he didn't know what he was fantasizing about.