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The Girl Come Back Is Super (Nikita)

Chapter 700
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Chapter 700 I want to keep you around for the rest of my life.

After a long time, Nikita’s breath slowly stabilized. The crimson on her face also faded a little. And her watery and

blurred eyes gradually returned to normal.

But there was still some tingling pain on her lips.

When Sheehan kissed her just now, he bit her. And the corners of her mouth were slightly skinned.

Maybe because she was lack of oxygen for a long time, she still felt a little dizzy.

Her heartbeat hasn’t completely slowed down yet. And it still beats a little fast.

The strange feeling Nikita never had before made her a little flustered

She stretched out her hand to push Sheehan away. But the man hugged her waist overbearingly and clenched her

hand. He bowed his head and stared at her with deep and dark eyes in a color of ink: “Niky, can I become your

official boyfriend ahead of time?”

‘Or can you tell me what to do so that I can become your official boy friend in advance?”

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The three-month probation period is simple a torture to him.

Nikita lay prone on his chest. And she was wrapped around by the man’s clear and charming breath.

There was a warm breath sprinkled in her ear, as if there were feathers gently scraping the tip of her heart. Her

ears were itchy. And her heart was also a little itchy

She felt like there were a mass of paste stuffed in her brain. And she couldn’t think normally. “Sheehan, let me go

first.” Nikita spoke up, only to find that her voice had also become hoarse That kiss just now was too hot.

Nikita had never experienced such a “big scene”. At that time, she was a little stunned by the kiss.

Sheehan lowered his head and gently rubbed her forehead. His voice sounded low and hoarse. “I don’t want to let

go. I want to keep you around for rest of my life.”

Nikita’s heartbeat went faster. And she got more flustered.

The next day.

In the evening. Yvonne received a phone call from Margot when she left school.

Margot spoke up solemnly on the other side of the phone: “Wonne, you must behave well tonight. I have already

talked to Nana. And she asked you to go over directly. At that time, she will let you perform a piano performance.

And you will choose one of your best songs to play for her.” “Mom, I got it. You can rest assured that I will perform

well.”

Yvonne hung up the phone. After she walked out of the school gate, she saw the black Mercedes-Benz waiting on

one side.

“Miss.” The driver stepped forward, greeted her respectfully and turned to open the door for her.

Yvonne sipped her lips and got on the car

She lowered her eyes with a hint of irritability showing between her eyes. Her mood was a little impetuous. And she

couldn’t calm down for a while.

The song she is best at playing…

Then that would be the one she played to win the prize a few years ago.

Of course, she can play other songs.

But the effect she wants is a blockbuster.

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Not some compliments others had for her for being good at playing the piano.

There are many people who can play the piano well.

But there are not many people who can play the piano well and have great talent to accomplish something in this

field.

Yvonne wants to be the latter.

In the front row, after the driver sat in the driver’s seat and closed the door, he asked in a gentle tone: “Miss, can I

turn on the music?”

Yvonne was absent-minded: “You can if you want.”

Moments later, a familiar melody sounded.

Yvonne was stunned. She raised her head and looked over,

The song on the radio is Hugh’s new song “Waiting in the Rain.”

The driver hummed softly along the melody.

Yvonne twisted her eyebrows: “Uncle, do you like this song?”

The driver smiled and said: “Ha-ha, Miss, you have asked me the same question as my daughter. Do you think it is

strange that people of our age like songs made by you young people?”

Yvonne went silent.

The driver smiled again and said: “I don’t know whose song this is. I just feel it’s nice.”