Chapter 11： Qin Chen: Am I so scary?

Ben was under pressure to meet the Prince of Dubai, and when he came out of the palace, his president had already flew far away on the plane.

Looking at the tarmac at the secret base that was suddenly empty, Ben suddenly felt a little lost. Since the president retired from the killer world seven years ago, the F-107, the so-called fastest private jet in the world, has been dust-proof for many years.

did not expect...

The president drove this directly today, aren't he afraid of causing a sensation?

Grandma, grandma, how did you mess with the president?

Not just him, even Qin Chen flying in mid-air didn't think of how he came out with a hot head.

Thinking of the series of consequences, he suddenly felt helpless.

But to think about it from another angle, Luo Huaguo is not so peaceful now, and he has been comfortable for too long, it is time to brighten his paws. Moreover, Lu Luo is the young grandma of the Qin family, so these **** and dark will be known sooner or later.

However-he will do his best to keep his family away from danger.

After all, the **** smell is not so good ...

Thinking of this, Qin Chen's mood slowly calmed down.

Five hours later, the plane landed steadily in the capital city of Lowe. The special car has been prepared there for a long time, and just after getting on the bus, the driver and assistant reported to Lu Chen about Qin Chen's every move at home these days.

The level of professionalism, even the punctuation Lu Luwa used to describe it.

"So say ... my grandma hasn't mentioned me in a word these days." After a moment of contemplation, the man gently pursed his lips.

The driver shrouded in cold eyes shivered and said truthfully: "Yes, President. The young grandma just heard that you left, and there will be no more."

"Oh." Qin Chen forehead, did not speak again.

The hair of the driver stood up in the cold eyes, and the car drove fast all the way. For fear of accident, he was given KO by his boss.

When Qin Chen walked into the yard, Lu Luo was lying on the hammock in the yard. The small bodies were curled up together, the curved willow eyebrows were buckled inward, and a few drops of crystal sweat were condensed on the white nose.

The pink lips were wrinkled together, and the big face was full of pain.

What's wrong with her?

Qin Chen was about to reach out, but the person on the hammock turned and mumbled.

"Less repair ... less repair ..."

"Don't ..."

"no no.."

The woman whispered into Qin Chen's ear very clearly. In the evening breeze, the sunset pulled his figure very long, and it merged with Lu Wao's shadow on the ground, which seemed to be such a beautiful picture. However, the content is so pale.

He remembered that night on his birthday, the woman seemed to be calling this name all the time, and thought that after all these days, plus the things of the Lu family, she should have died.

However, at this moment, it seems that Lu Luo's subconscious mind has not yet let go.

Reason as he did not wake up the woman to question, but slowly took her gaze back from the woman and turned and walked into the hall.

The servants did not know what Luluo said in the dream, but looking at the iceberg-like expression of his president, all of them were trembling.

Qin Chen took a shower, and the bone-killing breath of his body was buried well again. When he walked out of the bathroom, he was hit by a soft body into his arms.

"Well..."

Lu Luo dreamed of rubbing her head like a sleepwalk, and when she looked up, her lips pressed against her cold chest, instantly letting her reason return.

Bai Nen's small face instantly turned red, and her big watery eyes haunted a layer of ignorant mist. Subconsciously backed away, he was wrapped around his waist by a pair of big hands.

"You ... you ... you!" The woman cried in a panic, writhing her body restlessly, a pair of proud jade rabbits rubbing on Qin Chen's chest.

An evil fire instantly ignited in Qin Chen's lower abdomen.

There was a little bit of forbear in the man's deep eyes, and the cold voice was slightly hoarse. He tried to control his own power to carry Lu Luohao to the bed and pressed it under him.

The heart thumped, and the woman's head was blank. The hot eyes carried an unmatched domineering.

"Why not contact me?"

Lu Wao stunned, staring blankly at her face, her abdomen, a hard thing burning, making her very uncomfortable and struggling uneasy.

"Don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't touch you now."

However, in the next second, she was calmed down by Qin Chen's words, honestly still, the fear in her eyes was so deep, so real.

"Am I so scary?" Qin Chen suddenly let go of the woman's grip and stood up to cover his nightgown with himself.

Lu Luo nodded subconsciously, and soon shook his head violently.

Hastily explained: "No, it's not scary ... I just ... I just haven't adapted ..."

"Adapt to what?" The man raised his eyebrows, a flash of intriguing cold flash in his eyes.

"Adapt to the relationship between us, adapt to you ..." Her voice was very soft, very soft.

In a simple sentence, explain clearly why you are not calling these days.