A Naive Short-tempered Girl

“Let me send you off.”

“No need.” Yao Yao waving her hands, jokingly she pointing her head: “Don’t you afraid with the gasoline smells on my hair? I take my leave first.”

“Hah, en.” His eyes are looking at Yao Yao’s back disappeared, Hei Yan Long is smiling while shaking his head: “Really such odd woman.” he slowly taking out his mobile phone….