Rich and overbearing (3)

Song Shijun looked at her and felt that her expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

Han qiqing coughed awkwardly, crossed her legs, and fidgeted. &Quot; um ... I want to go to the toilet. &Quot;

Song Shijun laughed. So that's what happened.

"Then sit tight, I'll drive faster."

Han qiqing had just finished a large cup of milk tea in one go and was now extremely anxious. She urged, " hurry up, hurry up. Go at your speed! &Quot;

&Quot; we can't race. The road is very slippery. Alright, stop talking. Sit tight and don't move. &Quot; Song Shijun reminded her.

Han qiqing looked bitter. &Quot; I don't want to move yet ... &Quot;

The more he moved, the more anxious he became.

Seeing her expression, song Shijun quickly stepped on the gas.

When they reached an M agency at the foot of the mountain, the car stopped and han qiqing ran in.

Song Shijun waited in the car for a while, but she didn't return. He couldn't help but worry.