His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

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Mr. Shang's voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the cold lake. There was no temperature, and Rong Mo sat on the car and felt the seriousness of his sentence for a long time.

Time married the fourth son of the Lu family.

Who is that? Why did Mr. Shang repeatedly warn her not to like time.

Was it one of the two men who were with Time in Kyoto that day? Among them was a man with a beautiful face and a beautiful face. His eyes were quiet like midnight, but when he looked at them, he seemed to be soaking in the cold water.

Is that the man?

The car was moving forward slowly, Rong Mo sat on the car and stared out of the car instantly.

Shang Mo sat beside her, leaning elegantly and lazily on Erlang's legs, leaning back on the car seat, without saying a word, but with a strong sense of pressure and aura on her body, she couldn't ignore his existence.

Her legs crossed randomly, her posture was very leisurely, but she would be tired after a long time, and she wanted to change her legs to overlap.

Just at this moment, Shang Mo, who was next to him, also changed his leg.

The legs of the two of them collided together like this, her body stiffened, she turned her head subconsciously, and the two eyes collided again in the air.

She smiled lightly to conceal her uneasy emotion.

And Shang Mo's expression was very calm. When he didn't talk and didn't laugh, the temperament of the whole person was cold and indifferent.

After a moment, he moved away again, and although it was so cold and without any emotions, there was not much hostility.

Rong Mo thinks he should now no longer suspect that he is an illegitimate child of the Shang family, but it is strange that her identity, because her grandmother has not told anyone about her amnesia, and does not remember who she is, including her Grandson Shang Mo.

This was the only small request she had before returning home with her grandma.

"Anee ... Anee ... Anee ..." Suddenly, Rong Mo sneezed.

This rising and falling voice made Shang Mo speak loudly and asked the driver in front to turn up the heating.

After sneezing, Rong Mo smiled slightly at him: "Thank you."

Shang Mo looked at him without saying anything, but when he looked out the window, he looked a little puzzled. He didn't quite understand whether he had been too concerned about this man recently.

He thought that it was probably because grandma said Rong Mo was in poor health and asked him to take care of him.

Rong Mo wanted to take a paper towel. The position of the paper towel was on Shang Mo's side. When she reached over, the car just turned, her body leaned, and she consciously propped on Shang Mo's leg, only separated from his man's symbol A little distance.

A numb sensation erupted around the heart, and Shang Mo slammed, grabbed her wrist, and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm sorry. The car just stumbled a moment ago. I didn't sit still." Rong Mo was extremely embarrassed, and she felt like trying to escape.

Just a moment ago, the car froze, and Shang Mo let go of her hand, but saw that Rong Mo's wrists were pinched red by herself.

He frowned slightly, was a big man too weak?

Rong Mo followed his gaze and looked at the injury on his wrist, and gently rubbed, "It's all right, I'm sorry."

Shang Mo hesitated for a moment and said coldly, "I should say I'm sorry, but it's not that I overreacted, but that I don't like people touching me !!"

Rong Mo: "..."

She didn't mean to touch him, and he wasn't a man and a woman. How would he eat if he didn't touch his body?

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