On the way Situ Qinglang sent Sweetie home, the girl had already curled up on the seat and fell asleep.

It was he who took her out of the car, carried her upstairs, and put her on the bed.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally changed her skirt. When her skin as smooth as white porcelain was exposed to the air, Situ Qinglang took a breath, his heartbeat accelerated, and his movements became stiff.

He finally understood why the old thing lost control in front of his sweetheart. This girl's figure was almost perfect, without a trace of excess fat. She was soft but not weak. From his critical point of view, she was really beautiful.

Her pajamas were put aside. Situ Qinglang helped her put them on. After thinking about it, he unbuttoned her underwear and took them off for her.

Even he himself was surprised how he could be so considerate. This kind of consideration and concern was like a father caring for his daughter, but it was also mixed with undue hope.

He was the second young master of the Situ family, and he actually served a little girl in every possible way and took great care of her.

He went into the bathroom and washed his hands, wetted a towel and wiped her face and hands clean. Sweetheart slept soundly, and except for the occasional snort, there was no other reaction.

That's good, at least she won't have nightmares tonight when she thinks of that old bastard. Situ Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood beside her bed, vaguely feeling that their time was passing too fast. He leaned down, touched her little face, and said softly: "Sweetheart, I'm leaving."

"Well..." Sweetheart grabbed his hand in a daze and rubbed it on her face, like a cat.

He was reluctant to leave. This inexplicable feeling made him breathless. He couldn't completely define it as liking her. Maybe he just wanted to guard her and protect her.

"Be good, do you hear me?" He took his hand out of her arms, locked the door, and left.

Tianxin slept unconsciously, smiling happily. In her dream, at least she was still in Situ Qinglang's arms.

If only it could continue like this... She thought shyly in her dream.

Situ Qinglang took advantage of the darkness to rush home, and he found a car following him not far or near.

It was a black Santana with an ordinary license plate. The car was dark and the figures could not be identified clearly. Only people could be vaguely distinguished in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

"Brother Hei, did you see clearly? Last time in He County, the bastard who killed our brother with one shot was the guy driving in front of us?" The person in the driver's seat asked the person in the passenger seat.

"That's right, it's him, his name is Situ Qinglang. I didn't expect to meet him here." The man called Brother Hei held Furong King between his fingertips and replied angrily.

Two months ago, Hei Qiang and his accomplices were trying to take away a batch of drugs, but they were spotted by the anti-narcotics police. They thought they could escape disaster by choosing He County, a remote place in the countryside, to do business, but they didn't expect that they were still caught.

Got it right.

He still remembers that it was this bastard special soldier who shot to death his brother who had shared life and death with him with one shot, and disabled his left hand with another shot.

He took advantage of the chaos to escape under the cover of the other brothers. Not only did he break the goods, he also put a hand on it. When the blood spattered on his face, he vowed to take revenge even if he risked his life.
Chapter completed!