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Chapter 1912



Han qiqing’s eyes reddened. &Quot; it’s all because of you! &Quot;

She couldn’t get Lu Yichen!

“We won’t be able to make it in time anyway. Let’s go eat. You’re hungry too. We’ll talk after we eat.” Song Shijun had no intention of stopping the car and deliberately changed the topic.

“I’m not eating! If you like it, then go eat it yourself!” Han qiqing was so angry that she wanted to strangle him.

“Stop the car! Stop the car!”

The car drove on for a while longer and finally stopped at the side.

However, they had also arrived at the shopping mall where Jinyue restaurant was located.

“Don’t be angry. How about this? after we finish eating, I’ll accompany you to the mall to buy things and be your carrier. Is that okay?”

He was the mayor’s son after all. Was it enough for her to vent her anger by working as a Coolie for her?

“No, I’m not eating, I’m not buying!”

Han qiqing rejected all of them in one go. She opened the car door and got out.

“Where are you going?” Song Shijun was worried about her, so he quickly got out of the car and followed her.

The sky had already darkened.

Han qiqing looked around anxiously and anxiously, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

What should she do? she wouldn’t be able to pick Lu Yichen up even if she went to the airport now ...

What to do ...

&Quot; seven ... &Quot; song Shijun’s voice came from behind.

But she didn’t even want to pay attention to it and suddenly squatted down.

Song Shijun stepped forward and asked, ” what’s wrong? ”

Han qiqing didn’t say anything and waved his hand away as if she was swatting a fly.

Song Shijun sighed and squatted down beside her. &Quot; you’re not crying, are you? ” he asked.

Han qiqing raised her head and glared at him fiercely.

As expected, her eyes were red and there were tears in them.

“I was wrong, okay?” Song Shijun apologized.

Han qiqing sobbed and said, ” if an apology is useful, why do we need the police ... &Quot;

Song Shijun said, ” hit me if you’re angry. I’ll hit you until you’re no longer angry. &Quot;

Han qiqing said angrily, ” I want to kill you! &Quot;

Song Shijun nodded cooperatively and said, ” sure, do you want me to get you a knife? ”

Han qiqing glared at him and couldn’t be bothered to answer.

&Quot; you and him will never end up together anyway. Can’t you just give up? ” He couldn’t bear to see her do so many stupid things for Lu Yichen.

Lu Yichen clearly liked Xiaoxiao.

Song Shijun came from a political family and had seen all kinds of people, so he could tell with one look that Lu Yichen was the kind of person who was dead-set on relationships.

Han qiqing paused for a long time before she stubbornly mumbled, ” I don’t care ... &Quot;

Song Shijun said helplessly, ” Alright, alright. Get up. I’ll take you to the airport. &Quot;

“You’re lying to me again.” Han qiqing looked away.

Song Shijun said, ” I’m not lying to you this time. Get up. If you’re any slower, you really won’t make it in time. &Quot;

Han qiqing pursed her lips and said, ” we can’t make it in time ... There’s so much traffic at this time ... &Quot;

Song Shijun thought for a moment and said, ” how about I call the police car to clear the way? ”

Han qiqing glared at him and said, ” you’re abusing your power! &Quot;

“Then what do you want?” Song Shijun said helplessly.

Han qiqing stood up with her hands on her knees and looked at him. &Quot; send me to the airport. If I can’t make it in time, I’ll beat you to death! &Quot;

Song Shijun laughed. &Quot; sure sure sure. &Quot;

The two of them got into the car again.

This time, the car drove in the direction of the airport.

Song Shijun tried his best to avoid the most congested areas and took the side roads, almost speeding all the way.

When they arrived at the airport, they were still half an hour late.

Han qiqing hurriedly got out of the car and ran into the airport, not caring about song Shijun.

The airport was huge, and her legs were a little weak from running.


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