Guanyan's phone lit up.
She glanced at it, frowned, turned off the screen, leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes and rested: "Master, call me when we get to the hotel."
"OK."
The Didi driver in front agreed immediately.
Guan Yan dozed off all the way without any psychological burden, and didn't pay any attention to the car following behind them.
After the driver woke her up, Guan Yan got off the car and entered the hotel. She went back to her room to take a shower and replied to several emails from abroad asking about her satellite. Then Guan Yan put on her bathrobe and went to the window to make a phone call.
"It wasn't invaded... um... I lent F5027 to Country Z."
"No reason, it's my personal decision. You don't have to worry about it for now... I'm not lending it to them permanently, they will return it."
"Well... next time I have news I will let you know in advance."
Guan Yan hung up the phone, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her phone in hand, looking at the road outside where it was still raining, and then received the address sent to her by Qiao Nian.
She opened WeChat.
In fact, she didn't want to go.
I didn't go to see Guan Yan.
She hesitated whether to go.
Instead, look at the latest message below.
[Xifutang]
Just as Guan Yan was hesitating, his cell phone rang again with a new message.
The previously pinned avatar showed 33 unread messages.
[Bo: Miss Guanyan, have you received your seat for dinner? If you don't mind, shall we go together later? I'll drive.]
Guan Yan:…
She didn't know why he was so obsessed with being a driver.
Her white fingertips hovered above the screen and she was about to edit a message to reject him when another message from Bo Jingxing came in.
[Bo: It has been raining heavily in your province, and it is difficult to get a taxi at night. I understand that you don't want to have too much contact with your ex-boyfriend's friends, but I think that in addition to being his friend, we are also half friends. Unless you think that we are not friends, I can't think of any reason why you have to draw a line between us.]
Guan Yan:…
The rejection she had just prepared was abruptly suppressed by the other party's compliment, leaving her speechless.
It was impossible for her to turn against Bo Jingxing and say that they were not friends when Bo Jingxing had helped her block Qin Si's mother not long ago...
Guanyan grew up in an illegal area, where there are no feudal etiquette, but more human relationships and worldly wisdom.
She couldn't do the thing of repeatedly slapping Bo Jingxing in the face.
Guanyan stood in front of the window, thought for a few seconds, and replied.
[Guan: Thank you in advance.]
In the hotel suite opposite.
The man who had just come out of the shower picked up his phone and saw the dialog box that had been responded to ten minutes ago, as well as that concise and clear thank you, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
The black eyelashes are still dripping.
He looked down and typed the message back with his slender fingers.
[Bo: Half an hour later, outside the hotel lobby.]
*
the other side.
Also in the hotel suite overlooking the heavy rain throughout your province.
Madam Qin forcefully snatched the wine glass from the man's hand and slammed it heavily on the table, saying forcefully: "Qin Si, you must come with me!"
"What if I don't go?" Qin Si, who was drunk, raised his head and looked at her with bloodshot eyes, confronting her silently. Even until his trembling eyelashes drooped slightly, he couldn't get his mother to give in at all.
Mrs. Qin's cold words were like ice water hanging over her head, pouring down on her head: "Why didn't you answer your father's call?"
Qin Si touched the screen of his mobile phone with his finger, which showed a missed call from Qin Lang, but WeChat was extremely quiet, without a single message.
Guan Yan didn't reply to him...