Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

After dinner, it's almost nine o'clock in the evening.

In winter, it's quite late. It's not easy to take a taxi here. Han Zhaolin, the little bastard, hasn't come back yet. Han Zhaoxue can only send people off.

But Han Zhaoxue didn't want to go because he wanted to send Bai su.

Shen yanen was so smart that she saw it immediately. She said with a smile, "I don't need you to send it. I just called my friend, and he will pick me up later."

"It's so late. Can your friend come?"

Han's mother is a little uncertain.

"Of course."

Shen yanen directly took his mobile phone and dialed Feng Ming's phone, "Xiao Ming, where is he now? Come and pick me up."

Feng Ming almost vomited blood.

"What do you call me?"

He was almost gnashing his teeth. Before junior high school, he did not know how many math problems he had done. After high school, no one dared to call him that. Shen yanen really refreshed his cognition.

"Xiaoming," Shen yanen teased with his eyes, "why, when you get married, you forget your last name? Come and pick me up. I'm in... "

She said a list of addresses, and then hung up.

Feng Ming has a stomachache over there. Facing the phone that has been hung up, Feng Ming can only cover up his anger. With a "pa" sound, he throws the mobile phone aside. Who loves to go!

Han's mother saw her neatly finished the phone, wondering, "can you do it? I don't think your friend is so unreliable."

"It's very reliable. I can make it in 20 minutes."

Shen yanen smiles and turns to say goodbye to Bai su. "I'll go to the coffee shop at the intersection and wait for someone, so that he can't find it. Goodbye."

Han Zhaoxue is relieved, which can be regarded as sending the Buddha away.

"Ma, it's cold. Go back to your room. I'll take Baisu home."

Of course, Han's mother is happy to see her success, but she can only be polite when the guests are present.

"Then I'll go in. You should drive carefully on the way. When Su Su gets home, remember to call home."

Mother and son sing a and, white Su Leng is no time to agree, or refuse.

Until Han's mother went in, Bai Su was uncomfortable and said, "it's so cold. You don't have to go again. The door is a car. I'll take a taxi and go back."

Han Zhaoxue pursed her lips and looked at her, "let me send you, and I can feel at ease when you go home safely."

Bai Su was stopped at once. Then she couldn't say a word to her refusal.

When Han Zhaoxue drove her by the coffee shop at the intersection of the road, Shen yanen was standing at the door talking to people. The person who spoke to her was the seal that poked his head out of the car.

Han Zhaoxue

White pigment

I'm really impressed that the couple who escaped from marriage are on call in the middle of the night.

Han Zhaoxue also because of the previous phone call to scold him hate, of course, did not come forward to say hello.

As the car sped by, Bai Su only vaguely heard Shen yanen say, "you are willing to come, but I didn't ask you."

People's feelings are really strange.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. It snows in the evening. Now the road is almost dry, but the snow on the branches is not so easy to melt.

In the evening, it was suddenly cooled, and some of them were frozen into ice strips on the branches. It looked like a Christmas tree.

Another year.

Bai Su felt deeply.

When I was a child, I always felt that time passed too slowly. When I grew up, I realized the meaning of time aging.

She remembered that on Christmas Eve last year, she had been with her daughter, her singing and Han Zhaolin. At that time, it was very lively, but only the appearance was lively, but her heart was cold.

This year's Christmas Eve, and the biggest difference in previous years, probably, this time, she really became a lonely person.

Han Zhaoxue's car, driving very slowly, this road, he hopes to go on without end.

He was driving all the time, and Baisu was sitting next to him on the copilot.

She looked out of the window and he looked at her.

"What are you looking at?"

His voice interrupted Bai Su's memory.

She came to herself in a low voice, like a sigh, "it's Christmas Eve again."

He was stunned for a moment and nodded, "yes, so fast."

Many apple stalls on the street, familiar with the scene, awakened Han Zhaoxue's deep memory.

It was Christmas Eve, he took Baisu, in the street, bought a bad apple and threw it to her.

She holds the apple as a treasure.

That year, or young, now, the children are so old.

"Come back tomorrow Christmas Eve?"

He asked.

Bai Su pursed her lips and looked out of the window again. "I don't know. The company may not have a holiday. It should not come back.""Oh. That's it

His tone was a little lost, "my baby said I want to spend Christmas Eve with you."

Bai Su didn't speak.

Han Zhaoxue clenched the steering wheel.

When waiting for the traffic light, he stopped the car, turned his head and looked at Bai Su, and solemnly said, "I want to, too."

As soon as his voice fell, Bai Su suddenly turned and threw himself into his arms.

This sudden intimacy, let Han Zhaoxue at a loss.

What's going on?

Does Bai Su think of him in his heart?

Han Zhaoxue was excited by the idea almost instantly. He hugged her shoulder and whispered, "Baisu, I've been --"

"the green light is on."

Bai Su loosened her hands and straightened her clothes. Her face turned red.

Han Zhaoxue didn't finish his words, but he heard the cars roaring one after another behind him. He quickly got back to his senses and drove.

Bai Su takes a look at the reflector quietly. The two familiar figures just at the intersection can't be seen clearly. She quietly breathes a sigh of relief. Han Zhaoxue should not have seen it.

Half an hour ago.

Jimo sits in the coffee shop in a daze.

He drove away the woman who came to the blind date and sat there in a daze.

He wondered if Han Zhaolin had already gone out on a date with someone. What are they doing now, watching movies or eating?

Han Zhaolin's personality is so popular with girls that he can almost be sure that girls who have met him like him nine times out of ten.

What about him?

He always liked girls. He pulled people into the water.

Self mockery of a smile, Jimo settled accounts, put on the coat, go out.

He didn't drive because the car key was in Han Zhaolin's place. Today, he didn't want to see him. He was afraid that he could not control his emotions.

The ring between his fingers was chilly. He pursed his lips, curled up his fingers, gave a breath of white air, and suddenly laughed, then took off the ring.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Take it out and see it's Han Zhaolin.

He frowned and didn't want to take the call.

But there is a ring non-stop, he felt a little uneasy, with the mobile phone pressed to answer.

Just connected, there scolded, "Jimo, you motherfucker!"

Ji Mo

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