Murong Mian left without saying a word.
Madam Murong closed her eyes, a look of pain flashed across her face.
The New Year's holiday has not passed yet, and many taxi drivers have not yet gone to work. Late-night taxis in Los Angeles are now very rare. Murong Mian came out of the hospital and walked a long way without seeing a single taxi.
Until a black private car stopped next to him.
Murong Mian turned around to look, and the car window rolled down to reveal Su Zhan's face: "I'll take you back."
Murong Mian said nothing, opened the passenger door and got in.
There was no air conditioning in the car, so the temperature was a little higher than outside, but not much higher.
Neither of them spoke, and the car was extremely quiet.
It was like a passerby hitchhiking, no one knew anyone.
At midnight, there were very few cars on the road. Su Zhan drove very quickly and soon arrived at the gate of the community. Murong Mian got out of the car and went in.
From the beginning to the end, Su Zhan said at the beginning: I will take you back.
Su Zhan sat in the car and watched Murong Mian go in. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then started the car and turned around.
Without Murong Mian, Su Zhan's car drove harder, catching up with the car that was following Murong Mian from a distance just now, forcing the other party to stop.
Su Zhan nodded and got out of the car, knocking on the other party's door: "Get down."
Three men got out of the car and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing? Do you want to rob?"
Su Zhan stretched out his hand: "Take out your cell phone and camera."
"You really want to rob us. You are the only one who wants to fuck the three of us. What are you dreaming about? Dude, beat him up."
A few seconds later, Su Zhan stepped on the other with two feet, and twisted the arm of another person in his hand. The three of them kept screaming for mercy.
Su Zhan picked up the camera, deleted all the photos of Murong Mian taken inside, and deleted the videos recorded on the phone. After confirming that they were correct, he said: "If you have a backup, you'd better delete it yourself. If I see these It made headlines, but don’t blame me for not telling you in advance.”
These three people were paparazzi. When they saw Murong Mian going out with a rich old woman, they thought he was being kept and were gearing up for a big fight. However, they were robbed before they even got out. It was really shocking. Got it.
The three of them begged for mercy: "Brother, it's gone, it's really gone. Even if we want to back up, we don't have time... Please spare us, it's not easy for us!"
"In the future, don't talk to Murong Mian again."
"Okay... we won't follow you anymore. We won't dare to do it again."
Su Zhan left the three of them behind and left.
…
Murong Mian took out the key and opened the door of Ji Mianmian's house.
The light in the living room was on, and Ji Mianmian had fallen asleep on the dining table, which was covered with the food she had prepared.
He put down the key, walked over, bent down, and brushed the broken hair from Ji Mianmian's face. Seeing the tears on her face, he sighed and reached out to pick her up.
But as soon as she moved, Ji Mianmian woke up.
When she saw Murong Mian, she was stunned for a moment, then rushed to hug him: "You're back, you're really back..."
Murong Mian smiled, "I promised you. It was difficult to get a taxi on the way back. I came back a little late and made you wait too long."
Ji Mianmian shook his head: "It doesn't matter how long we wait, as long as you can come back."
She looked straight at Murong Mian, "You would never lie to me, would you?"
Murong Mian held Ji Mianmian's waist with one hand, lifted her chin with the other, lowered her head and kissed her: "Well... I'm not going to lie to you..."