Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

Jingjiajia regained consciousness. She turned her face powerlessly, looked around and found that she was in the car. She frowned puzzled, looked at yanlv and asked softly, "yanlv, where are we?"

Yan law's tension finally eased slightly. He whispered, "you have a fever. Now you're in the hospital. I'll hold you down."

Jingjiajia nodded and felt that she was weak, her head was heavy and cold. She subconsciously leaned against yanlv's arms and put her hand around his neck.

"Good boy." yanlv didn't forget to take advantage of her mouth at this time, and took advantage of jingjiajia's illness and kissed her face. Then he grinned with satisfaction.

"You take advantage of me again." jingjiajia murmured softly and began to murmur.

"Whoever makes you bully me at ordinary times, I'll just take advantage of you this time." yanlv is cheap and good. He plays his mouth again. Compared with the nervous man just now, he can't compare.

Bu Dongze sat quietly in the car, listening to the "harsh" dialogue behind him. His heart became more and more uncomfortable. His handsome face became gloomy bit by bit, and finally turned black charcoal.

Yanlv pushed open the door, got out of the car with jingjiajia in his arms, kicked him with his foot, and the door slammed shut. He didn't think of the existence of Bu Dongze, the driving brother. He dragged jingjiajia's body with one hand, stretched out one hand and pulled jingjiajia's pajamas, and then walked to the door of the hospital.

Bu Dongze had been watching them disappear from the gate of the hospital. He couldn't see it in his sight. Then he turned the front of the car and accelerated. The car was like an arrow, "Shua" rushed into the night and disappeared into the night.

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In the smoke filled room, only a dim wall lamp was turned on in the dark. On the black sofa, the man leaned lazily and smoked leisurely. The light hit his side face, setting off his originally angular facial features as exquisite as carving.

The room has the same black style, black walls, black lampshades, black sofas, black tea tables, black floors, and men's black suits. Except for the wall lamp with dim yellow light, there is almost nothing that is not black in this room.

In the dark, a man standing by the sofa said, "young master, what do you have to say?"

"Proceed as planned." another man's low voice sounded, and his words were much colder than the man just now.

"Yes, sir." the man standing bent slightly and replied respectfully.

The man on the sofa vomited a cigarette, raised his eyes and glanced at the man around him. The cold voice sounded, "no matter what method, the second young master must leave the woman."

"But..." the man standing hesitated.

The man pressed the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray, stood up, pulled the collar of his suit and said seemingly indifferent, "he is not a child anymore. He should have his own bearing capacity."

"Just, young master, if young master law..."

"No, just!", the man's voice suddenly turned, his face darkened, and said coldly, "no matter what method, I emphasize again, no matter what method."

The man then strode to the door, opened the door, turned and disappeared around the corner.

The man in the room was still standing there with a helpless face.

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