Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

32. Can't find a better adjective than good

The night wind in Rongzhou in winter is actually not cold, but Shu Yun's action of lightly closing his sweater fell into Yan Nan's eyes, as if a pampered precious pet accidentally broke into the cold winter, the soft fur is not enough to keep out the cold, just blow it for another second To shudder violently.

Yan Nan immediately got out of the driver's seat, took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"Where do you want to go?"

His voice was too gentle, and at the same time contained a strong and deep strength, making Shu Yun feel that he would definitely be able to bring her to the ends of the earth.

Shu Yun took a deep breath:

"I want to go home, can the senior take me home?"

The spacious and luxurious apartment behind her was not her home.

After Yan Nan nodded, Shu Yun wore his clothes and hurried back like a little rabbit.

Yan Nan leaned outside the car door, thinking that she would take more than ten minutes to clean up, but she didn't expect to come back in five minutes.

She didn't bring any luggage, except for her mobile phone, there were only a few thin printed pages, which fluttered in the wind as she ran.

Yan Nan opened the passenger car door for her, and the little girl got in unceremoniously.

After sitting firmly, Shu Yun carefully folded the sheets of printing paper and stuffed them into his pocket.

"what?"

Yan Nan clearly saw the words "House Gift Contract", so he wanted to ask her about it.

Shu Yun looked cautious like a miser: "Baby."

This is the first family property she has fought over for more than ten years.

In the future, there will be a second, third... This evil vault of the Shu family, she will do her best to loot more.

For the wealthy young master Yan, these things may not enter his eyes at all.

The inside of the car was quiet and you could smell the needles. Shu Yun changed the subject and scratched his index finger on the luxurious and precious interior of the car:

"Senior, why did you drive such a flamboyant sports car at night?"

Shu Yun was shocked when he saw it for the first time.

The smooth, water-like model of the sports car shows strong kinetic energy. The bright silver-gray paint reflects the dim yellow street lights, converging the dim light into meteor lines, which are very eye-catching.

When he was in school, he was obviously very low-key, driving an entry-level Mercedes-Benz that was not too revealing. His dad's luxury car was all seven or eight figures, but he only drove that one, which shows that he is restrained. , do not like to show off.

Yan Nan controlled the steering wheel with one hand and said lightly facing forward:

"Accompanying you in a play, of course you have to be exaggerated."

Really good.

Shu Yun cupped his face happily, his peach blossom eyes narrowed:

"I heard that Grandpa Zheng used to be in politics. Where did these cars come from? Huh?"

Yan Nan: "My dad gave it."

Most of them are models that old men and women like, and this is the only one in the garage that looks trendy.