Apparently, he was really starving.
By the time they got downstairs, the bodyguard was already waiting by the car. Shen Jue tossed the car keys directly to the bodyguard, waiting for him to carry him into the car. Rong Qingqing stood by watching, her eyes hurting from the sight.
Two big and strong men doing a princess carry...
The scene was quite beautiful.
Shen Jue couldn't walk before.
But now, he could walk, run, and jump.
Once in the car, Rong Qingqing sat next to Shen Jue, sneakily sending him a WeChat message.
When do you plan to let people know that your foot is healed? ——Rong Qingqing.
Every time Lin Bufan or the bodyguards carry you into the car, President Shen, how do you feel? ——Rong Qingqing.
How about next time I carry you into the car? I'm pretty strong. ——Rong Qingqing.
[Eager to try]Emoticon. ——Rong Qingqing.
Shen Jue's face darkened when he saw the last emoticon.
He leaned closer to Rong Qingqing, and in a low voice, replied, "Don't even think about it."
