C9

Lin Ange came out of the hotel and drove her Porsche towards Helan Family's mausoleum garden.

Two bouquets of flowers were placed on the back seat.

A bouquet of holy carnations, a bouquet of white flowers.

Halfway there.

He discovered that there was a black Maybach following him around. The license plate was: 88888.

He did not look at the car. Just by looking at the license plate, he knew that the owner of the car must be someone with a high position in the Yunjing.

Lin Ange only thought that she was driving too fast, blocking the other party's path as she gradually slowed down her speed.

After all, she had only just returned to the Yunjing.

Unexpectedly, just as she slowed down, the black Maybach suddenly sped up, and a horizontal bar appeared in front of her car, blocking her way out.

Lin Ange stepped on the brakes urgently and stopped half a meter away from the Maybach.

Slow down, the two cars crashed into each other.

She originally wanted to endure it, but now she felt an unspeakable anger rising in her heart. She stopped the car, opened the door, and got out of the car.

She stepped forward, the breeze stirring her skirt, revealing the pink butterflies at her left ankle.

Bang bang bang.

She knocked on the window of the cab, her small, taut face covered with a glow of anger.

Before the windows in front had even rolled down, the rear window slightly rolled open, revealing a proud and reserved face.

Lu Yiyao?

Lin Ange frowned. She wanted to turn around and leave, but it was already too late. He could only bite the bullet and roll the corner of his lips.

"Uncle, so it's you?"

"Get in."

Lu Yiyao spat out the word with a cold face.

Lin Ange cursed herself in her heart. She shouldn't have acted rashly. What was she supposed to do after getting off the car?

This man was something that shouldn't be provoked.

Right now, they should stay far away from him.

"Uncle, I still have things to do. How about we make an appointment another day?"

Lin Ange smiled and clasped her hands together. Her attitude was sincere.

"Get in!"

Lu Yiyao's thin lips moved, and he repeated himself as he glanced at her with a cold gaze.

His tone was even colder and harsher.

The corner of Lin Ange's mouth stiffened as she thought to herself.

It seemed like he wouldn't be able to hide today.

After taking two deep breaths, the pear blossom, a faint smile on her pretty face, she opened the back door and got in.

The curtains between the cockpit and the back seat had been drawn down, and the enclosed space was filled with cold air.

Lin Ange pressed her body close to the door and tried to stay as far away from Lu Yiyao as possible.

Clasping his hands together, he licked his lips that had intentionally turned pale, and smiled with a face full of smiles.

"Uncle, today, I am truly sorry, I …"

"Another accident?"

Lu Yiyao sat there lazily and arrogantly with his legs crossed as he looked at her.

The deep and chilly voice caused her scalp to feel a little numb. She pursed her lips and spoke in a crisp and clear voice.

"What a surprise."

"…" Lu Yiyao.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Lin Ange mustered her courage and 'suggested'.

"Little uncle, why don't you give me the clothes. I'll give them back to you after I clean them."

"Alright."

Lu Yiyao squinted his dark eyes and squeezed out a single word from his cold throat.

Lin Ange didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to.

He smiled and raised his wrist to check the time. Just as he was about to speak, his smile froze and his face turned red.

He turned his head and looked out of the window, and said with shame and anger.

"Little uncle, what are you doing?"

She didn't expect Lu Yiyao to unbutton his shirt methodically in front of her. The white skin on his collar was already exposed.

Lu Yiyao's lips twitched unnoticeably, but his expression remained calm. Looking at her flawless side profile, one button after another was slowly undone.

Even when Lin Ange turned her head to the side, she could still clearly hear the sound of his buttons being undone.

Next, shouldn't he...

She reached for the door in a flurry and tried to open it, but it didn't open.

Presumably, it was locked.

"Little uncle, it's better if you buckle up your clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold …"

Although Lin Ange was a little scared, she still forced a smile and said.

Lu Yiyao did not say anything.

The air suddenly quieted down.

Lin Ange's heart thumped wildly as she thought, "What should I do if he pounces on me?"

Kick me?

Or bite his ear?

After waiting for two seconds, there was no sign of movement. He could not help but raise his eyebrows and take a look.

Lu Yiyao had already unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt and his perfect upper body was exposed in front of her eyes. Broad Pacific shoulders, strong eight abdominal muscles, and a narrow waist.

Unexpectedly, his figure was still so good.

Lin Ange's delicate face was blushing even more uncomfortably. Her white swan neck was completely red, and her ears were about to bleed.

She looked away in panic and looked out the window.

Lu Yiyao took off his shirt and threw it horizontally at her, which coincidentally landed on her head, blocking her red-hot face and also blocking her line of sight.

His shirt smelled of his own mint, light and pleasant.

Lin Ange slowly pulled her shirt apart and held it in her hand, still not daring to look at him.

Lu Yiyao looked at her embarrassed appearance, a hint of ridicule was revealed in his deep eyes as he bit his lips.

"Be careful."

"Oh. "Sure, sure."

Lin Ange answered by reflex. Her hand that was holding her shirt loosened a little, as if she was afraid of being messed up.

She heard the sound of clothes in her ears again and stole a glance.

Lu Yiyao had changed into an iron-gray shirt, and his slender fingers were seriously buttoning a button.

So it turned out that he wasn't going to throw himself down just now.

Instead, he changed his clothes.

Lin Ange felt a little awkward, and her cheeks turned even redder.

While she was still restless, Lu Yiyao had already put on his clothes and turned around to look at her.

"When did you return?"

"Yesterday."

Lin Ange turned around and met his profound gaze. Somehow, she discovered that her unfathomable black pupils seemed to be suffused with a faint, gentle light, as if they also contained traces of joy and excitement.

Was she mistaken?