Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Lu Chen sat there, his sharp-edged face showed no expression under the lights of the car, he looked at him with deep eyebrows, then took out his mobile phone and handed it to Song Ci: "I have it."

Song Ci looked at the mobile phone handed over, a smile flashed in his eyes, "Yes." He raised the mobile phone and continued: "Is it convenient to make a call?"

Lu Chen still had that indifferent look: "Whatever."

Song Ci looked at his familiar face, looked at his cold look and thought of his silly look in the previous few worlds, suddenly felt a little cute.

He turned on the phone, there was no password, and even the apps came with the phone itself, Song Ci found the address book and dialed the number.

Zhou Shi called just now as if he wanted to talk to him. The situation was tense at the time, and the phone was hung up. I still remember the heart-piercing shout from the phone at that time, and I don’t know what happened to him.

As soon as the call was made, the other side answered in seconds: "Hello, who are you?"

Fatty Zhou's voice filled the entire car.

Song Ci stretched out his hand to turn off the speakerphone that was deliberately turned on just now, observed Lu Chen's face, and covered the receiver with apologetic expression on his face: "Sorry, I accidentally touched it just now."

"fine."

Lu Chen lowered his head, and he stretched out his hand to touch the center of his brow, covering the expression in his eyes with his palm.

Song Ci hooked the corners of her lips and narrowed her beautiful eyes. Is this guy taking the route of cherishing words like gold?
When the person on the phone thought it was a harassing call and was speechless to hang up, Song Ci said, "It's me, Song Ci."

Song Ci...

When Lu Chen heard his name, he seemed to have magical powers, so he couldn't help but repeat it in his heart.

As soon as Zhou Shi heard Song Ci's voice, his eyes widened and tears rolled down his face, "Song Ci, you bastard scared me to death! Woohoo, you don't know how many times I've called you. I just heard the sound of the car over there and thought you hung up!"

"You don't know how worried I am! I thought something happened to you..."

"Are you looking for me?"

Knowing that Song Ci was fine, Zhou Shi felt relieved, and now his head, which had hit the door nervously just now, hurt, and he stretched out his hand to rub his head.

"Isn't it raining? I remember that you didn't bring an umbrella and I will send it to you so we can have dinner together."

Song Ci stretched out his hand to brush his hair that was wet by the rain, his voice was a little soft, and if you listen carefully, you can't hear the playfulness in his words: "Let's have dinner together?"

What he said was to Zhou Shi, but those eyes looked at the man who had been silent all the time.

Seeing him suddenly looking up at him, those peach blossom eyes bent down, showing him a smile.

Song Ci hung up the phone and handed him the phone, tilted his head, and said with a smile, "Thank you sir."

"Lu Chen."

Lu Chen looked at Song Ci with dark eyes, and couldn't see his emotions, but he could notice that his jaw line was a little tight, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Song Ci didn't answer him, his eyes were a little surprised, then he nodded, "I'm here."

Lu Chen watched the boy get out of the car, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

It was still raining patter outside, and the rain hit the car window glass. Lu Chen looked at the back of the boy walking out in the rain, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Just as the driver was about to ask the boss whether he was going back to the company or home, the president who had been silent all this time opened the door and got out of the car holding an umbrella.

The driver's eyes widened.

Seeing that his own president is still walking away.

Lu Chen stretched out his hand to grab the boy's arm, and the umbrella covered his head, "I'll give you the umbrella."

The man's voice was still so indifferent, and the action of handing him the umbrella was a bit tough.

Song Ci unconsciously curled the corners of her lips, and when she took the umbrella, her fingers inadvertently touched Lu Chen's fingertips, feeling a little cold.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Lu, please leave a contact information, and I will return the umbrella to you."

Looking at Song Ci, Lu Chen's gaze always fell on him unconsciously, and he reached out and handed him a business card.

The driver drove over and saw the president and the boy standing here and wanted to get off immediately. He was just about to see the president open the door and get into the car.

The light gray suit was stained with a few drops of dark rain stains, and the cool floral fragrance of the young man still remained on the car. With a movement of his fingers, the man's indifferent temperament seemed to melt a little.

When I looked up, I saw the boy still standing there smiling at him and waving.

There is something special about him...

Lu Chen looked over and looked at Song Ci's eyes, which seemed to merge with the warm and soft amber color, and he couldn't move away.

Watching the corner of the boy's mouth move.

He could see what the boy said.

He said, "Mr. Lu, see you next time."

Seeing the young man turn around, Lu Chen's eyes narrowed, and there was a bit of inquiry in his eyes: "Song Ci?"