Li beixiao pulled ye qingge's arm and said helplessly.
Why didn't this woman have any self-awareness of being his girlfriend?
"My bag, my phone, I have both ..."
Ye qingge looked at her things. Nothing was missing. What did she forget?
"You should kiss me!"
Li beixiao controlled his temper. She was as white as a piece of white paper, and he taught her slowly.
"Pfft ..." Ye qingge suddenly laughed. So that was what it was.
She knew that if she didn't kiss him, he wouldn't let her get out of the car. She was going to throw a tantrum again.
However, the flame was sitting right in front of her. How could she kiss him?
After thinking for a while, she used her finger to kiss her lips and then pressed it against li beixiao's face ...
"I kissed you, little uncle. Goodbye!" Ye qingge smiled and wanted to get out of the car, but li beixiao held the back of her head.
