There was a small voice in his heart warning Gu Xijun to stay away from Cheng Zihao and the unknown time bomb. She was stunned, her willow eyebrows almost twisted into knots. Thanks, I'll just wait for the bus.
The refusal on the spot did not make Cheng Zihao feel embarrassed, after half a ring, he pushed the door of the car and propped up a black umbrella, strode towards Gu Xijun, his tone was still cold: Manager Liang's car has been sent for repair, and the driver will send him home. Miss Gu, Qifan treats suppliers as well as customers, so don't be polite to me.
Cheng Zihao's words came to this, if Gu Xijun refused again, it would inevitably seem hypocritical. She weighed it several times, and finally replied stubbornly: Then it's troublesome for you.
The spacious seat and moderate temperature made Gu Xijun's body quickly recover a trace of temperature. She secretly glanced at Cheng Zihao and found that the other party's attention fell on the tablet on her lap, with a cup of coffee next to it, and the strong fragrance filled the narrow carriage.
It is better to be silent, so as not to talk more than half a sentence.
The road is always clogged on rainy days, and Gu Xijun looked at the traffic outside the window a little helplessly. However, the atmosphere in the car was colder than outside, and with such a strange temper man sitting next to her, she looked uncomfortable.
Want some hot milk tea? Maybe it was because of the panic, and the driver started the topic out of boredom. Without waiting for Gu Xijun to respond, a cup of hot milk tea had already been handed over.
At noon, he rushed from the company to Qifan to attend the meeting, Gu Xijun only ate half a sandwich, and now he felt hungry. Thinking in his heart that a large company like Qifan is really friendly in hospitality, he unceremoniously took the milk tea and thanked him: Thank you.
Traffic jams are a very patient and time-consuming thing, and the driver probably felt very bored, so he chatted with Gu Xijun without a ride.
During the whole process, Cheng Zihao did not answer, as if he regarded Gu Xijun and the driver as transparent people.
Slowly, Gu Xijun was tired of chatting with the driver, and leaned his forehead against the glass window. Maybe it was the overtime work that made her unbearable, the exhaustion of her body hit wildly, her eyelids were constantly fighting, and finally she fell asleep in a daze.
Gu Xijun had a bizarre dream, in which she returned to the night of her eighteenth birthday, and her mother's kind and kind smile was lit by candlelight, which was suffocatingly beautiful.
Gu Weiye and Gu Baiqiao sat at the dining table, singing the birthday song that ran away, and the doting in their eyes was the hypocritical capital that Gu Xijun was most proud of.
She is the pearl of the Gu family, and she has been cared for and pampered in every way. From childhood to adulthood, as long as she likes it, Gu Weiye will be unconditionally satisfied.
She once thought she was the happiest girl in the world, with a pair of loving parents, and an older brother who cared for her, a solid family background and a beautiful appearance inherited from her mother, making her like a princess living in a fairy tale.
However, fairy tales can never match reality. One day, her dreams will be brutally torn apart.
His forehead suddenly hit a hard object, and Gu Xijun woke up suddenly as if he had fallen into bottomless water. She rubbed her dry eyes, and when she saw everything in front of her, she was so frightened that she almost bounced.
The strange and luxurious room was shaking rhythmically, and Gu Xijun was sitting on the bed at the moment, and the hot liquid in his stomach was constantly churning.
She jumped out of bed vigilantly and threw herself at the door of the room, but luckily it was unlocked. Staggering against the wall as she walked out, a cold and shocked face flashed through her mind, and the panic that swelled up in her heart made her even more bitter.
Damn,! Gu Xijun finally realized that he was in the cabin. She seemed to be a little seasick, and struggled to move her steps in the direction of the light.
Finally walked to the door of the cabin, and a pungent salty smell made Gu Xijun's stomach churn again. Almost subconsciously, she covered her mouth and threw herself in the direction of the railing, then vomited desperately against the water.
The cup noodles for breakfast, the sandwiches for lunch, and the cup of milk tea that tasted good have all been buried in the bottom of the sea. Gu Xijun sniffed, the sour feeling in his throat was disgusting and uncomfortable. Her body slowly slid down the board, leaning limply against the railing, and the fear in her heart turned into a living resentment.
Miss Gu? jenny? Cheng Zihao had already changed into a white casual suit, shook it gently with a glass of red wine in his hand, stood on the deck and raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: Welcome to my yacht.