"I don't want you to send it. I have legs and money." Rocol struggled to shake off his big hand, which is actually very warm.
"I'm going to deliver it, just take it as an apology for what I just did. You did me a great favor." Mu Zihan didn't make a joke anymore. He was telling the truth.
He did this just to thank her for her help, and he had the urge to find her and send her back.
"Help, when I said I would help you, obviously you took advantage of me, huh, I won't go." Rocol's temper was so stubborn that even ten cows could not be pulled back.
"Really not." Mu Zihan was already in his car at this time, and Rocol was still stalemate on the side of the road.
"No, I'm going to take the eleventh bus." Rokelle walked on the side of the road alone on the street home.
Mu Zihan drove side by side with her at a speed slower than a snail crawling.
"Isn't it? My car door welcomes you at any time." Mu Zihan said seductively, who got a head out of the car.
"Fuck." Rocol also walked at a speed that couldn't be slower.
From time to time, I also yelled loudly.
"Why should I roll? Just roll my wheels." Mu Zihan continued to drive the car.
"Um..."
"It's so warm in the car here. Also, someone's eldest brother seems to be worried about a girl who is ignorant and won't go home." Mu Zihan continued to talk without giving up. Today he doesn't need to be strong, he wants to polish the stubborn personality of this stinky girl.
"You are very annoying." Rocol's ears couldn't stand it anymore. Then he leaned in front of Mu Zihan and conducted a negotiation through the car window.
"I can get in the car, but I must drive." Rocol suggested.
"OK, I promise you." Mu Zihan finally got the big Buddha into the car, and he retreated to the co-pilot himself. He wanted to see what tricks this stinky girl was playing.
A wicked smile flashed across Roker's face when he was in the car, and Mu Zihan saw it in his eyes.
"Sit down, I'll drive." Rocol stepped on the accelerator to kill to the end.
Rushing on the wider road, this speed will scare people to death, ordinary people can't sit, but for people like Mu Zihan who are not ordinary people, this is too small a case.
Sitting calmly in the co-pilot listening to the song. Looks laid back and relaxed.
This is a blow to the confidence of Miss Roccoli, who is hard to drive in a variety of thrilling ways to scare people.
"Hey, can't you scream? Isn't that scary?" Rocol asked Mu Zihan frustratedly after playing the sideways drifting.
"Is this terrible? You think that Mu Zihan is really the young master in the greenhouse and doesn't know anything." Mu Zihan shook his head, feeling helpless at Rocol's ignorance.
"Um, didn't you beat me that time?" Rocol said contemptuously.
"The last time was the last time. I looked down on you. If there is another time, I will definitely beat you down." Mu Zihan was not afraid to boast about going to Haikou. Because this is the fact. He is confident enough to beat her.
"Well, I'll wait, but don't worry, I will make you lose miserably." Rocol said proudly.
After the car drove on the road, it drove back to Cheng's villa.
The lights on the second floor of the villa are still on. When Cheng Yanshu heard the sound of the car, he guessed that the girl had finally returned. He squeezed the cigarette butt in his hand and walked to the balcony. He saw a limited edition brand-name sports car stopped at the door of the house, and Ke'er got out of the car.
In a blink of an eye, the car ran without a trace.
Rokcol crept into the room and saw that there was no one in the living room, but the light was on. He thought it was the light that the elder brother had personally left for her, so she turned off the light and was about to sneak into the room to sleep.
"Where did you go?" Cheng Yanshu's voice was cold.
"Uh." Rocol was startled, startled by the voice behind him.
"Hehe, I went to drink some wine with my friends." Rocol lied.
"Really? Drinking so late, you still know how to come back, why don't you go to open the room with your friends, don't come back." Cheng Yanshu regretted after he said, how could he be so fierce.
Although he felt bad, he couldn't say such things either.
"What are you talking about? Open the room, am I as unbearable as you said?" Rocol was even more upset when she heard this. How could she say that.
The first time she heard such ugly words, the boss actually said that to her. What did she do wrong, isn't it normal to go out
What's more, before, she crawled out every day in the middle of the night for tasks, he didn't say a word, but what happened to him now, when did he become so small.
"Sorry, I made a mistake. You should rest well and go home early after class." Cheng Yanshu went back to the room after he finished speaking.
Rocol was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. How did she provoke people everywhere, it was all the damn Mu Zihan. It's not because of him.
And why is the boss weird this time
Rocol couldn't tell or understand, and fell asleep with a deep breath.
The next day is the weekend. Rocol did not get up early as before, but completely became a slacker. I slept until ten o'clock.
Get up unkempt, then brush your teeth and wash your face.
There was no one in the house. She knew that the boss must be at work. There is still a breakfast on the table, probably because I thought she would get up early, so I prepared it for her.
There is a note on it.
Rocol was relieved when she saw this. In fact, she knew that the boss was for her good.
Ten o'clock in the morning. The international airport in country X.
She has long brown curly hair and a charming and pretty face, and she has a pair of stiletto shoes measuring 12 cm on her feet. He also wears a pair of black sunglasses on his face. A light blue designer wrap dress on her body.
Pink cherry lips. With a tall snorting, snow-white skin that can be broken by a blow, a beautiful, alive, beautiful girl is back.
There was a charming smile at the corner of his mouth. There is also a suitcase in his hand.
Coming out coquettishly in the airport crowded with pedestrians.
"Han... Yao..." Lan Huanjin beckoned and flocked to these buddies who had played well three years ago.