Gu Shao, his heart belongs

Chapter 40 The shadow of a car flashed into those half-squinted eyes!
The ringtone of the incoming call pierced the silence of the night, and pulled back Qiao Ran's chaotic thoughts!
Reluctantly, he took out his mobile phone, and on the page of the incoming call, the word "Quiet" jumped into his eyes, and the time displayed on the top was already 21:17.

Qiao Ran pressed the answer button without thinking, and Han Jing's voice revealed undisguised anxiety and concern.

"Ran Ran, why haven't you come back at this hour? Just now a guest in a box called for you to come over!"

Qiao Ran paused, and when she got up, she realized that she had been sitting in one position for a long time, her legs were already numb, and she was even a little dizzy, so she had to hold on to the steps next to her.

"Jingjing, I'm still outside now, and I'm sure I won't be able to get back before ten o'clock. Are you busy now? Can you help me go over there to socialize!"

"No problem! But you should come back early, don't stay outside alone for too long! After all, without this heroic and unparalleled heroine, Ben Baobao, escorting you, you, a beautiful and delicate girl like a flower, are really worrying .”

Qiao Ran smiled, covered her mouth with her slender and soft hands, "OK, OK! Han Xia, let Xiao Xiao go to Nezha's third prince, borrow the Hot Wheels and come back right away!"

"Zuzhuzhu~ When you borrow Hot Wheels and come back, I think the heroine will be a human for three lifetimes!"

Qiao Ran couldn't help laughing, "Maybe, if I meet Sun Dasheng along the way, he will send me back to the bar by stepping on somersault clouds!"

"You are poor, you! Come back quickly, otherwise, hehehe~~ Girl, your innocence will not be guaranteed~"

When Qiao Ran heard this, she couldn't help joking, "It's fine if you have a heart or a gut, but the key is whether someone has that function~"

"Fuck, ma'am"

Qiao Ran suddenly groaned and interrupted Han Jing, "Jing Jing, I seem to have seen Jiang Xin!"

The other end was really curious, and the subject suddenly changed, "Ah? Where is it?"

Qiao Ran pretended to be serious, "Turn around, at a 45-degree angle!"

After a few seconds, as expected, there was a sound of jumping feet on the other end of the phone, "Qiao Ran, what the hell are you doing?"

Qiao Ran covered her mouth and smiled happily, "Okay, okay, have fun! You go ahead, I'll be right back!"

"Huh~" Tsundere humming!
Qiao Ran looked at the hung up phone, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and put the phone into her bag!
When I looked up at the vast lake ahead again, I felt much better!
Han Jing has the potential to be a pistachio, staying with her, even if there are endless troubles, can make people happy every minute!
Qiao Ran stood up. When she answered the phone just now, she massaged her sore legs for a while. She was completely fine. She took a deep breath before heading back home!
After standing on the side of the road for a short time, he took a taxi. After getting on the bus, Qiao Ran sent Han Jing a WeChat message.

Sitting in the car, once she feels better, she will not deliberately recall those unpleasant things like masochistic.

The car window is half open, and the night wind blows on the face, which is very refreshing, cool and soft, like a feather brushing against the cheeks!
Bored, Qiao Ran looked out of the car window, and the flashing scenery appeared in a hurry like fast-forwarding movie clips, and then quickly disappeared!
However, a scene and a thing, even if they are fleeting, are really rare for her!
Life and work are upside down day and night, it is rare to have such a pleasant moment, like a stolen time!
Watching and watching, the whole person gradually became comfortable and lazy, the evening wind was blowing on the face, but the shadow of a car flashed into the half-closed eyes!
Qiao Ran opened her eyes suddenly, looking at the black Cayenne trailing behind in the rearview mirror, her eyes gradually narrowed again, the corners of her mouth were drawn into a line, and her expression was secretive.

(End of this chapter)