Vicious Male Raising Cubs Online

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Time goes back two hours ago.

Tan Qing had just climbed into the back seat of the car holding an umbrella sponsored by Cherry's friendship.

The drizzle, which was originally just a patter, quickly cracked up.

The driver in the driver's seat, Liu Liu, started the car and turned on the wiper at the same time: "Mr. Tan, are you going home now?"

Tan Qing took out the phone from her pocket: "Go back, stop me when you pass the vegetable market. I'm going to buy two old hens for He Mingyu to go home and give me stewed ginseng chicken soup at night."

Old Liu: "..."

Which kind of ginseng chicken soup does the big man drink?

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

Old Liu backed the car out of the garage: "Yes. Mr. Tan, fasten your seat belt, let's go back."

Shengjing Entertainment is still some distance away from the villa where He Mingyu and Tan Qing recently moved. It took nearly an hour when they first came over.

Now driving back, it happened to be raining again.

The traffic on the road was so strong that it had been blocked from the first few intersections.

The drainage system in the third ring road of J City is not well done.

Soon after the heavy rain fell, the water on the road was piled into small puddles.

The big raindrops fell from the heavy clouds and smashed on the car window glass, and then fell along the smooth glass edge and accumulated in the wet asphalt puddle.

The sky is a haze from the position of the skyline.

Obviously it is the time when the sun is the strongest in the afternoon, but the sky is dark due to heavy rain.

It looks very depressing from a distance.

The three traffic lights have been blocked for almost forty minutes.

The heavy rain has not stopped, but there has been a somewhat greater trend.

Originally, only a shallow layer of stagnant water left on the ground and began to overflow the soles of passers-by, and the buzzing of car horns continued to be mixed with the sound of rustling rain.

Tan Qing sat bored in the back seat with her head dangling her feet, glanced at the raindrops on the car window glass, and churned her phone for a while.

I wanted to play two games, but I was afraid of being scolded, so I quit again.

Then I opened the chat software and sent a series of messages to He Mingyu.

five minutes.

Did not return.

ten minutes.

Still didn't reply.

Tan Qing looked at the phone over and over twice without being too happy, and definitely said to Old Liu: "He Mingyu won't reply to my message anymore. He must have some other vixen out there!"

Old Liu: "..."

Lao Liu naturally couldn't understand how real the vixen of Tan Qing was in the world, so he could only help He Mingyu to say two good things: "Don't worry, Mr. Tan. He Dong may be the company is busy today. Look, he wants to go back. Will you stew chicken soup?"

Tan Qing changed her posture again in the back seat and sighed: "Hey, men, they are all fickle big carrots."

Old Liu: "..."