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Chapter 72 Call Me Boss (18)

In the somewhat quiet car, Xingyue seemed to see the man's Adam's apple slowly rolling twice, and his voice was a little hoarse than before, "It's in the right pocket of the clothes."

It's still summer, and the weather outside is still sultry and hot, which makes people feel a little upset.It was so stuffy, even with the air conditioner turned on in the car, Feng Chuan was still short of breath.

After touching it for a while, Feng Chuan heard Xingyue's voice coming from beside him.

"it is good."

Some light voice.

Through two thin layers of fabric, even though Xingyue had deliberately relaxed her movements, she still had a touch.

Feng Chuan's body stiffened subconsciously, his hands holding the steering wheel gradually tightened, and his tightly pursed lips almost formed a straight and sharp line.

The warm touch was fleeting, and Feng Chuan felt inexplicably lost.

And Xingyue had skillfully dialed her younger brother's cell phone number, and hung up after talking to the person opposite.

The car became quiet again. Xingyue hung up the phone but did not return the phone immediately. She just held it in her hand and looked at the front with a blank look, but there was a little tiredness in her eyes.

After a long time, Feng Chuan coughed lightly, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while, and I will call you when we arrive."

"En." Xingyue nodded, relaxed her body a little, tilted her head and closed her eyes.

At the red light, taking advantage of some free time, Feng Chuan turned his head to the side, aiming at Xingyue's peaceful sleeping face.

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a fine shadow on her eyes. Without the flamboyant and coquettish nature of the day, she was as stable as a sleeping beauty.

It's just that the cool aura around him still makes people dare not approach and touch it easily.

This face is undoubtedly beautiful, but in Feng Chuan's eyes, he always ignores this face subconsciously. Compared with such a delicate or that kind of face, it seems that those eyes are more attractive to his eyes.

It's just like.
Feng Chuanwei sighed inaudibly, the look in his eyes was soft.

It's as if I've seen it somewhere before, reunited after a long absence, but I can't help but feel a little throbbing pain in my heart.

The red light turned green, and the black car drove out smoothly.

It took a lot of time to get back to the city from the suburbs, and Feng Chuan deliberately slowed down the speed of the car. By the time he arrived in front of the villa, it was already dark.

The car stopped at the side with the engine turned off, and the afterglow in the distance sprinkled a little on the roof of the car. The warm orange light was a bit dazzling, but it did not have the heat of the day.

Feng Chuan unfastened his seat belt, looked sideways, and saw that Xingyue hadn't made any movements about waking up.

There was already a trace of redness on her crooked little face, and her complexion was also slightly red, making her look much more delicate than usual.

Feng Chuan's extended hand stopped in mid-air, trying to tuck a few strands of hair from Xingyue's face behind his ears, but he quickly retracted his hand after touching the other person's fluttering eyelashes.

But the fingertips were inexplicably hot. Even though they hadn't touched anything yet, they seemed to be on fire, burning from the fingertips to the heart.

"Are you there yet?" Xingyue covered her mouth and yawned. The tiredness in her eyes faded away in an instant, replaced by clarity.

Fengchuan said with a serious face, "Well, we're here. I saw you were sleeping so I didn't wake you up."

Xingyue lowered her head and looked at the black coat covering her body, slightly dazed, but Fengchuan immediately explained: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

(End of this chapter)