The season of falling snow (37)

After the bodyguard smashed the camera, he pressed the man to the ground.

Xie Yan 'er wanted to continue watching, but xiajun Zihao covered her eyes with his hands."Yan' er, stop looking."

Xie Yan 'er blinked, but her eyes were covered by xiajun Zihao's hand, so she couldn't see anything.

"Big brother Hao ..."

Xiajun Zihao could feel Xie Yan 'er's eyelashes fluttering in his palm, making his palm itch. It was as if his heart was also itching.

His throat moved, and he couldn't help but reach out to hold Xie Yan 'er's waist,""Yan 'er, let's go back."

Xie Yan 'er felt the heat around her waist, as if her body had been electrocuted. She swallowed and said reflexively,""Alright," he said.

The bodyguards seemed to have taken care of something. Xiajun Zihao drove the car himself, and Xie Yan 'er sat in the front passenger seat.

It was quiet all the way.