There was a startling sound as the car door was pulled open.
Turning back, the owner was stunned to see a disheveled woman climbing in.
Pausing slightly, as he watched the woman groggily fumble for her phone from her bag, pressing it randomly and handing it over, she said, "Driver, to Huacui Road!" He was even more baffled.
Finally, as Gu Zixuan flipped her hair and leaned back in the car seat, exposing her smooth forehead, the Porsche owner almost lost his mind!
Hailing a ride, hailing a Porsche? Who registered his car for this damn service?
Most importantly, why was it her again?
In just one day, he had been challenged by traffic rules three times!
No operation license yet anyone can hail a ride!
If this happened again, he might start to question if he should retake the driving theory test!
Unbuckling his seatbelt, the Porsche owner angrily got out of the car, ready to get Gu Zixuan out.
However, just as he moved slightly, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the back seat.
"Yu Xi, bring her phone here."
In an instant, Yu Xi froze.
For a long while, looking at the outstretched slender hand, he blurted out in surprise, "Uncle, you don't actually plan to take her back, do you?"
The person in the back seat didn't answer, only slightly curved his lips under the car's yellow interior light.
Yu Xi was completely speechless, "..."
After pausing reluctantly, he handed over the phone.
But during this process, something that made Yu Xi even more frustrated happened.
Accompanied by darkness—the phone was dead!
Yu Xi's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the person behind.
But the person behind didn't have much of a reaction, quietly looking at the phone.
Yu Xi shook his head in despair, "I didn't see exactly where it was either…"
Two minutes later, the car restarted, driving out of the Snow Night Wind Flower parking lot.
In the back seat of the Porsche, the man in a dark suit glanced at the BMW z4 slowly reversing outside the window before looking at the drunken woman beside him.
Her eyelashes were long, and due to the car turning, she had already tilted and leaned against his shoulder.
At this moment, those long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and in her sleep-talking, traces of tears were faintly visible.
The moonlight cast a faint gloss over her cheek.
Accentuating her sorrowful tears.
He gazed at her, his eyes growing distant, not removing his shoulder, instead turning his face to the other side.
That night, Gu Zixuan was deeply entrapped in intoxication, unable to wake up.
It seemed like some intense pain passed, something was suspended in mid-air, something surged to the sky, and a sound of water slowly emerged…
Finally, it all intertwined into the moment when He Qimo's face appeared, accompanied by Shen Jian妮 throwing the pregnancy report in front of her, mocking her.
At dawn, she slowly opened her eyes.
What met her eyes was a large simple European-style bed, the white base tone complemented by beige wallpaper, making the bedroom unusually cozy.
The bedroom was very large, long and wide enough to fit two living rooms, its emptiness exuding extravagance.
At the far end of the bedroom stood a white tripod piano.
On the piano sat a pot of hyacinth flowers.
The house was very distinctive, with a Mediterranean style, yet there was an inexplicable sense of unease.
Gu Zixuan frowned, laboriously sitting up straight.
Her body ached, unsure of the cause.
And at this moment, a deep male voice sounded from within the room, "Awake?"
Gu Zixuan was startled, quickly turning her gaze in the direction of the voice.