Ah, he had wanted to kneel just now, after all, it was his fault first, but...
In the end, he felt too embarrassed to kneel.
He didn’t know why he felt too embarrassed, probably because of a bit of male pride and arrogance.
But, it seed like he was the one at fault...
At this mont, Di Jinxuan stord off in anger. It was already dark and quite late. Thinking of this, Nangong Jin leaped out of bed.
He sprinted all the way and when he reached the main hall, he saw the bodyguard had started the car, ready to drive Di Jinxuan back, the car was already moving.
"Stop!" he yelled from behind.
The bodyguard instinctively thought of stopping, but Di Jinxuan said, "Don’t stop, drive."
The bodyguard, helpless, had to continue forward.
Nangong Jin chased after the car, his long legs moving incredibly fast.
Di Jinxuan narrowed her eyes slightly, in the faint night light, watching the man crazily chasing the car, his strides were so large it was terrifying, it seed like if the car didn’t speed up, he’d catch it, yet due to his overly large strides, he looked like he might fall at any mont.
Di Jinxuan frowned.
"Miss?" the bodyguard checked the rearview mirror and asked tentatively, "Are we really not stopping?"
"Don’t stop," Di Jinxuan pursed her lips.
"But Young Master Jin..." the bodyguard glanced at the rearview mirror again, he was really chasing earnestly!
"Young Master Jin is still injured," the bodyguard thought for a while but eventually added.
"Don’t stop," Di Jinxuan’s lips tightened even more, who asked him to deceive people, big liar, big liar.
The bodyguard was helpless, after all, it was a quarrel between a couple, what could he say.
However, he was kind enough to slow down the speed slightly, considering he still had to work under their employnt, ooooh, wasn’t he just drawing hatred?
This was a rhythm unsuitable for keeping a job.
Ah, when the immortals squabble, the mortals suffer.
The bodyguard was so tired, but he couldn’t say anything.
Gradually, Nangong Jin seed unable to keep up with the speed of the car, after all, he was hurt and had been drinking; though he wasn’t so drunk as to be unconscious, dizziness was unavoidable.
"Miss," the bodyguard slowed down yet again, his tone sowhat helpless.
"Let’s stop," Di Jinxuan pursed her lips, "pull over."
"Yes," the bodyguard was relieved, it seed Miss was still quite soft-hearted.
The car turned on its signal light and slowly moved toward the side of the road.
Nangong Jin was truly tired, stopped, bent over, and supported himself on his thighs gasping for air.
It wasn’t that he lacked stamina, it was just the dizziness and the pain in his back, not knowing whether his wounds had split open.
But likely not, because he didn’t feel any bleeding, he was just incredibly tired.
It seed age really did catch up, definitely not as vigorous as when he was in his teens or twenties.
Indeed, the youthful energy of a twenty-year-old young man was sothing to be envied.
He gasped for breath and suddenly saw a pair of feet.
"Wife!" he instinctively looked up, reached out, and pulled the person in front of him into his arms, holding her tightly, guiltily murmuring, "I was wrong, really wrong. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I just wanted to spend more ti with you, wanted you to take ho, wanted to kiss you, but I knew you definitely wouldn’t agree, so I pretended to be drunk, I deceived you. Wife, I know I was wrong. Can you not be mad? Can you not ignore ?"
He patiently coaxed her, his voice very soft and his temperant agreeable, filled with genuine guilt.
Being held by him like this, hearing him say these words, Di Jinxuan felt indescribable emotions.
Was she angry?
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