Chapter 439 He Stretched Out His White and Clean Big Hand to Hold Her Small Hand and Placed It on His Handsome Face

Lin Shiyu stood up straight. In the heavy rain, she raised her clear apricot eyes and looked at the extended business car in front of her.

The rear window slowly slid down, revealing a handsome and gentle face, that of Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun left and came back.

The man's deep black eyes fell on the woman, his thin crimson lips slowly raised, and he smiled in a low voice, "Where is the car that picks you up?"

Lin Shiyu felt that he was a bit mocking.

"Master Fu, didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

Fu Qinglun raised his beautiful eyebrows and said, "The car is mine. I can leave when I want and come back when I want to."

“…”

He must have come to see her laugh!

Lin Shiyu didn't say anything, but returned to the bus stop to hide from the rain.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to reserve a car online.

But there were no cars nearby. In such bad weather, all cars stopped traveling.

Fu Qinglun looked at the woman outside the window. At this time, the butler in the passenger seat said, "Young Lord, the tornado has passed by Ye Cheng. It is estimated that the thunderstorm will stop soon."

"Make a call and arrange artificial rainfall. Don't let the thunderstorm stop." Fu Qinglun raised his thin lips.

The housekeeper was startled, obviously not expecting the young castle master to make such a request.

The housekeeper glanced at the woman under the bus stop through the car window. It was obvious that she was trapped by the heavy rain and could not leave, but now the young castle master deliberately made things difficult for the woman.

In the past three years, how many women have wanted to get close to the young castle master, but even one glance at the young castle master is too much, but the young castle master treats this woman so obviously differently.

This is the first woman to appear next to the Young Castle Master.

"Yes, Young Master." The butler responded respectfully, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Lin Shiyu looked at the mobile phone forecast, which showed that the tornado did not land in Yecheng, but passed by.

She breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the thunderstorm would stop soon.

But the next second, there was a "ding" and a prompt message came.

Lin Shiyu clicked on it and took a look--Dear citizens and friends, although the tornado has gone, there will be heavy rainfall next.

Heavy rainfall?

Looking at these three words, Lin Shiyu...

Why is she so weak?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the black windbreaker on her body was already soaked. The dampness and coldness clung to her body, making her shiver all over.

So cold.

Lin Shiyu raised her beautiful apricot eyes, and the extended business luxury car was still parked there.

A few seconds later, she stretched out her thin legs and ran into the rain. She ran over, raised her green little hands, and knocked on the car window.

The car window slowly slid down, and Fu Qinglun's handsome face was revealed again.

"Master Fu, the car to pick me up can't come, can you give me a ride?"

Fu Qinglun glanced at her and said, "Come in."

…

In a luxury car.

Lin Shiyu sat down and took a look at the luxury car. The luxury car was equipped with top-level luxury equipment, including sofas, TVs, and red wine.

She has also been exposed to many luxury cars, but she has never seen such a low-key and luxurious one.

Taking another look at the man opposite, he had taken off his black suit, revealing the pure white shirt underneath. His handsome back was lazily leaning on the sofa, and his two long legs were stacked elegantly. He was hanging His eyes were looking at the documents, and the clean white shirt sleeves wrapped around his strong and bright wrists. There was a precious steel watch on it, which was cold and elegant and charming.

In the past three years, he has become more noble than before.

Has he found his relatives?

At this time Lin Shiyu sneezed.

Fu Qinglun looked up from the document, his deep black eyes glanced at the woman's damp black windbreaker, "Take off your clothes."

Take off your clothes.

These five words made Lin Shiyu's feathers tremble like a cattail leaf, and she caught the man's gaze.

"What I'm saying is, take off the wet clothes outside. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Fu Qinglun curled his thin lips.

“…”

He did it on purpose.

He must be teasing her.

Lin Shiyu really felt cold. She couldn't catch a cold. If she caught a cold, it would be passed on to Little Lemon.

In the past three years, she did not dare to let herself get sick. Although there was a Filipino maid at home, she always took care of Little Lemon personally.

Lin Shiyu stretched out her green-white fingers and took off her black windbreaker.

Fu Qinglun looked at her. She was wearing a silk shirt with a white bow tie and high-waisted black pencil pants. The woman had a good figure, with exquisite bumps and two slender legs.

Because her hair was also wet, Lin Shiyu stretched out her small green hands to take off the rubber band from her hair. She shook her hair, and her hair swayed in a charming arc in the air, and those tiny water droplets directly It hit Fu Qinglun's handsome face.

Fu Qinglun was caught off guard. All that hit his nose was the fragrance of the woman's hair, "Did you do it on purpose?"

he asks.

Lin Shiyu tucked a strand of hair on her cheek behind her snow-white ears, and the corners of her lips curved into a beautiful arc.

She did it on purpose!

Fu Qinglun chuckled, picked up the black suit at hand and handed it to her, "Put it on."

The heater was on in the car, but Lin Shiyu still felt cold. She really needed his clothes.

She stretched out her green little hands to take it.

The soft fingertips pulled at the corner of the suit, but did not pull it over because the man did not let go at all.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she was about to let go, but then the man pulled hard, and her delicate body rushed towards him.

A strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and she fell directly onto the man's strong thigh.

It hurts.

Her butt hurts so much, his thigh is so strong, like a stone.

This posture is very ambiguous, she sits on his thigh, Xiuqiong smells the clean and refreshing masculine scent on his body through her small nose, which seems to smell better than before.

Two barely noticeable blushes appeared on her beautiful face, and she struggled immediately, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Fu Qinglun did not let go, his strong arm was still firmly wrapped around her slender waist, he closed the file on his leg and threw it beside him, then he stretched out his white and clean big hand to hold her small hand, and put it on his handsome face.