C14 After Sneezing

After getting on the car, Ji Qing immediately regretted her decision. He held a one yuan steel bun in his hand. His expression was casual and full of meaning. Ji Qing's heart was thumping. He wouldn't take the opportunity to take revenge on her, right? Left her alone on the highway, or driven her out in some wild woods in the suburbs? Let her cry the heavens should not cry the earth is not good.

Ji Qing was so frightened by her imagination that she immediately pushed the door open.

But he moved faster, and there was a click, and the door was locked.

"Director Ye, I entrust Qing Qing to you. If there's anything you need give me a call." Wu Hao was still exhorting them.

Ji Qing stared at him through the window, hoping he would find some excuse to get out.

The car started quickly, and Ji Qing's hopes were dashed.

Ji Qing stole a glance at him as he drove out of the parking lot and turned onto Coastal Avenue. He was driving with such concentration that the faint light from outside the car window was imprinted on his handsome face. He looked surprisingly harmless.

Maybe she overthought it. Besides, she had a phone in her bag, so she could ask Wu Hao for help. What was there to be afraid of?

Ji Qing's nervous mood finally relaxed. After a while, she found that the air-conditioning in the car was very low, and the fabric covering the upper half of her evening dress was pitifully small. Her entire back and chest were exposed to the cold air, causing her to sneeze and cover her mouth with her hands.

"Achoo" "Achoo" Ji Qing sneezed for the fourth time when she suddenly felt warm. It turned out that he had draped his suit over her.

Ji Qing sniffed and tucked her gloves into the sleeves of her suit, feeling much warmer.

"There's tissue in the drawer in front of you." "No," he said.

"Oh, thank you." Ji Qing pulled out a few pieces of paper and covered her nose with it, biting hard on her nose.

"Why don't you bring a coat?"

"There is one in Wu Hao's car, I forgot to take it just now."

"Do you think it looks good dressed like this?" he asked suddenly.

This — doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?

"I think it's alright. Wu Hao helped me prepare the evening dress." Ji Qing answered in a deadpan manner.

Ji Qing had no interest in bickering with him. She just wanted to go to the hospital and say goodbye.

"Wu Hao's eyesight isn't bad. Although the dress is pretty, it's also very provocative and doesn't suit every woman. In other words, you have to have the capital to wear this dress — as a woman, you have to have the capital." he said lightly.

"Oh, why does Director Ye have to go around in such a big circle when he speaks? "Don't you mean I don't have the capital to show it?" Ji Qing's tongue began to lose control of her brain, "Yes, my chest and butt are not big enough, my waist and thin enough, my skin is also not delicate and fair enough. Excuse me, Director Ye — what clothes are I wearing that hinder you? What does it have to do with you whether I have the money or not? "

"No need to belittle yourself, your skin is still quite nice, at least it feels good to the touch, your breasts and buttocks are just perfect, not every man likes S type women, plus you are just a small S type, as for your waist," clearly having said such vague words, he still had a solemn look on his face, "It's thin and crude, I just danced with you again — very soft."

His words reminded Ji Qing of that ambiguous night, and she blushed.

Hiding her face out the window, she changed the subject. "Didn't you send me to the hospital? Why did you get on the highway? "

"Do you want a scar?"

"Of course not."

"I have a dermatologist I know well. She has special medicine for scars."

"Then where are we going now?"

"To her house."

"Huh?" Ji Qing glanced at the time on the dashboard. It was midnight. It's not right to disturb people this late, is it? "

As he turned on the car stereo, the music slowly flowed through the quiet night. Ji Qing vaguely remembered that it was a French song: Derniere Valse.

He no longer paid any attention to Ji Qing, but focused on driving instead. His silhouette was very beautiful, and his well-defined face was much gentler in the darkness.

Ji Qing was a little dazed. She couldn't understand why he would do that kind of thing with her that night, much less why he would leave behind a stack of money.

He wasn't like a man who spent money to have fun. His identity, taste, and noble temperament shouldn't lack women who voluntarily threw themselves into his arms.

And what did she have? It was just a frustrated abandoned wife. According to Ye Xin's original words, she had been thrown into a pile and disappeared. After some thought, he realized that she was still somewhat beautiful.

Ji Qing usually didn't waste her brain cells on things she couldn't figure out. As a result, her mind went blank and she fell asleep while leaning against the chair.