Chapter 134 This Is Not Love

After a while, Subei appeared in a car.

She handsomely parked the car in front of Lu Heting. With her height and long legs, it was really suitable for her to drive this super SUV.

"He Ting, get in the car!" Su Bei pressed down the car window.

Lu Heting took his long legs and got into the car.

Su Bei handed him the pillow and said, "Rely on this, close your eyes and rest."

"I'm not too tired." Lu Heting felt that she was too handsome and unrestrained.

Isn't that what he should do to pick up people and take care of them?

"Close your eyes!" Su Bei leaned over and leaned on his chest.

Lu Heting's heart beat violently, what is she going to do? Could it be that she is also tempted by herself, and now she has to exercise her obligation to be a wife?

Although he was ready, he didn't expect it to be so fast, is it here?

He was a little worried about hurting her, he loved her and would never want her to be hurt a little bit.

Su Bei fastened his seat belt and sat down. Seeing that there was a strange flush on Lu Heting's face, he asked suspiciously, "He Ting, do you have a fever? Not feeling well?"

A cool little hand covered his forehead, and Su Bei retracted his hand and tried it on his forehead: "It doesn't seem like it."

"I...cough." Lu Heting coughed lightly, covering his embarrassment with half clenched fists.

It turned out that she was just helping herself to fasten her seat belt, and that didn't mean that. His mind was full of sweet thoughts just now, but it was just a mirror image.

He tried to restrain himself, afraid that he would scare her and make her afraid of running away.

"I'm not sick." Lu Heting held her small head and brought her forehead close to his own.

This action was so intimate that Su Bei almost indulged in his petting.

She regained her sober consciousness, hurriedly left his side, and said, "Okay, close your eyes and rest, I'm going to drive. Don't open it."

"Well." Lu Heting closed his eyes obediently, unable to bear to go against her intentions.

She spoke to him in such a voice that he could do anything for her, even if it was going through fire and water.

Su Bei played soft music, drove slowly, and accompanied Lu Heting home.

After the man closed his eyes tightly, the lines on his face became softer and less serious.

He is very similar to Dabao, as handsome as the most outstanding work of a Greek sculptor, and every line of his face is like a masterpiece carefully carved.

He is kind to himself, of course he wants to repay him, and I hope he can use the same kindness for Dabao in the future.

But Subei knows that this is not love.

He doesn't need love, and she doesn't dare to need it. As long as there is family affection, it is already a rare fate.

When Su Bei and Lu Heting returned home, Gun Gun had already stretched his short legs over to hug Su Bei's thighs.

Su Bei handed him into Lu Heting's hands: "Dear, go to accompany Dad, I'll bake a small cake, and I'll give it to you later."

Gun Gun looked at Su Bei's back: "My babe is so cute!"

"Well, that's great." Lu Heting's heart was full of tenderness, and the bottom of his eyes was bottomless thick.

"I must marry her when I grow up!" Gun Gun squeezed his fists and vowed to keep Bei Bei by his side.

"Then have you thought about letting Bei Bei be a mommy?" Lu Heting was quite displeased when a man wanted to covet Su Bei, even if it was rolling.