Phytolacca leaned against the car door.

He opened the door and looked at her as she got out of the car.

She frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Shang Lu's eyes are full of melancholy.

His majestic and royal aura at the Confucian-Businessmen's Conference was gone.

All that was left in his eyes was pain and frustration.

It's as if he is no longer a king.

He fought a losing battle.

He fell from the position of king and was in a miserable state.

Such pokeweed made Qiao Qiao's heart feel an inexplicable pain.

But she always warned herself that she could not look back.

"Mr. Shang, I told you that you don't need to send it. You shouldn't chase me."

Frowning, a cold look appeared in her eyes.

My heart also became a little harder.

Phytolacca stood up from the car door.

He stretched out his long arms, holding Qiao Qiao's waist with one hand, and placed his other hand on the back of her head.

Take it into your arms.

Hold tightly.

That strength was obviously so domineering, but yet cautious.

Qiao Qiao subconsciously stepped back.

Her head reacted against the force of his big palm on the back of her head.

But he hugged her tighter.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly tightly.

"Don't move, let me give you a good hug."

"Let me go."

Qiao Qiao resisted vigorously.

Phytolacca: "Just for a little while."

This voice seemed to be pleading.

The deep voice was full of pain.

"Only for a little while."

Her body was very tight and she was still resisting strongly.

But now that he could hold her so close and feel her body temperature, heartbeat and breathing, Phytolacca's lifeless heart came to life again.

It seemed that only by holding her like this did he feel alive.

The palm of her hand pushed on his chest, and Qiao Qiao resisted with all her strength.

She was about to break free when Shanglu held her waist and pressed her body against her chest easily.
Chapter completed!