Mo Zitan said as she lifted ah ze up and walked to the side.
"F * ck, what's going on?" After the young master was reprimanded, he leaned against the car door and took off his sunglasses.
She watched as mo Zitan picked ah ze up with one hand and walked elegantly in her high heels. When she reached the black Mercedes-Benz at the side, she reached out to open the door and threw ah ze in.
"Bang!" Ah ze was thrown in by her, and his body fell on the chair.
Mo Zitan climbed in and pressed her body on top of him, her hands clasping his arms tightly.
"Oh." She lowered her head and kissed him. She reached out and tugged at his shirt. "Don't scream. "
Ah ze's eyes widened as he looked at her small face that was approaching him. His handsome face turned red as he struggled to free himself from her hand. His large palm reached over and hugged her body tightly.
"Ah," he said. At this moment, a scream came from the car.
