So President Jian frowned, and seriously corrected classmate Su Mumu's misconceptions, using words and actions to completely let her understand that the issue of generation gap definitely did not exist between them.

Although Su Mumu was not really examined physically, it was almost the same as that. The man with a weak soul completely covered her body.

Su Mumu didn't dare to say this. If she said it, the man might be so horny that he would do it to her in the car.

Although foreign countries are very open, she herself is still conservative.

(-_-|||Nice to say!)[

President Jian was in a very good mood after enjoying the sweetness, and started humming a song while driving. However, Su Mumu didn't understand a word of what he sang, because she made trouble no matter what he sang.

He sang lyrically, and she roared unrestrainedly.

He sang the unrestrained ones, and she sang the lyrical ones. Anyway, every line was in tune, and the simplicity of the lyrics also followed her tune.

Then he finally gave up and stopped singing, and Su Mumu became happy, and she started to have fun as soon as she had fun.

No matter how nice the song was, she sang it with a childlike voice. Jian Yan did not interrupt her and looked at her so happy, with a smile on her lips.

Su Mumu asked him to open the ceiling, and then just step on the seat, popping his head out and singing loudly in the car that was driving smoothly without caring about other people's opinions.

Anyway, she was abroad and knew no one, so she could do whatever she wanted, free and unrestrained.

A commercial car with a black face drove by on the opposite side. He recognized it easily, pursed his lips slightly, and still looked straight ahead.

Su Mumu was immersed in her own world and didn't even notice.

The business car passed by, and Harry looked at Mr. Jian whose expression turned cold in the back seat and did not dare to speak.

The lines at the corners of Jian Qingfeng's lips were a bit stiff: This is a bit too showy!

After all, their family has a certain status, and their image must be paid attention to. Although they are not celebrities, with the current economic crisis, the paparazzi will try their best to find news and make money.

Although Mr. Jian finally admitted his future daughter-in-law through simple coercion and inducement, he still had some problems.

When I was young, I could risk my life for love, but after the love passed away, I no longer had such a deep understanding of my descendants. The memory was too long, and those emotions seemed to have faded.

Jian Qingfeng's thoughts simply didn't care at all. He devoted all his attention to the cheering little woman beside him. After all, it wasn't him who wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. Why did he care so much?

He gradually slowed down the speed of the car, fearing that the little girl would get too excited, so he jumped out from the roof of the car.

After Su Mumu stayed there for a few minutes, he pulled her back to her seat and closed the ceiling. Su Mumu still felt a little unfinished.

Simple finger tapping on the steering wheel:

"You haven't recovered from your illness yet."[

Su Mumu mumbled a few words and then put on her seat belt obediently.

However, her silence was only for a few minutes. She lay on the window and looked at the scenery for a while, then turned around and asked:

"Queen Mother, where are you taking me?"

Jian Yi glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and uttered two words:

"you guess."

-_-|||

"Just don't take me to the hotel. This little girl neither sells her art nor her body."
Chapter completed!