My dear, Yu

The sudden emergency brake startled ruan Mengmeng.

Fortunately, she had a safety belt, so nothing happened.

There was anger hidden in Mengmeng's low and hoarse voice.

The Maybach was pulled to a sudden stop by the side of the road, and a large palm suddenly pressed against the side of ruan Mengmeng's head.

Ruan Mengmeng was stunned for a moment before she snapped out of her daze. When she looked up, she saw li Junting's dark eyes, which were filled with cold mist.

She suddenly understood that li junyu must have misunderstood.

Just as she was about to explain, the man suddenly turned and leaned over.

His tall and imposing figure enveloped the petite girl between his body and the seat.

The man's slightly rough fingers pinched ruan Mengmeng's chin, and he kissed the girl's cute and soft cherry lips without hesitation.

The tip of his tongue pried open his teeth and swept inside.