Chapter 2770 - 1720: Hee Hee Hee Hee, Don’t Leave_2

Chapter 2770: Chapter 1720: Hee Hee Hee Hee, Don’t Leave_2

"Creak."

The water was turned off.

Zhao Fan shook his hands, breathed out the scent of alcohol, and instinctively looked at his own flushed face in the mirror.

Am I really that ugly?

Not too bad, right?

Besides, wearing such dark sunglasses, can she see clearly?

Who cares.

At worst, just consider it a free hotpot meal.

"Still want to stay at my place?"

Zhao Fan returned, and the three of them walked out of the skewer shop together.

It’s wise to wear a down jacket.

Coming out of the steaming shop, the temperature sensation dropped sharply, it was like being at the border of freezing and boiling.

"Thanks. I’ll take the train back."

Going back?

Zhao Fan glanced at the strange yet tall woman whose figure was hard to discern, he had already sensed the hidden meaning in someone’s words.

It’s almost nine o’clock.

Have you bought a ticket back?

Moreover, she came all the way here, barely exchanged a few words, even without discussing the courier issue, she definitely wouldn’t let him leave easily.

Whether this strange woman is a tenant of unit 6-6 or not, it’s beyond doubt that they know each other.

"Alright, I’ll leave first. Next time you come to Hui City, it’s my treat!"

Zhao Fan patted his chest, bold and loyal.

Just saying things for the occasion.

It’s not like it costs anything.

The world is vast, the sea of people is vast, who knows if there’ll be another chance to "meet up."

Boss Jiang made an OK gesture, "Stay safe on the road."

Zhao Fan waved nonchalantly, "Goodbye～"

Boss Jiang and the strange woman turned and left first.

Zhao Fan didn’t rush to leave, standing at the doorway of the skewer shop, watching them walk a distance of thirty meters, then getting into a ...

He squinted, trying hard to see through the night.

Whoa!

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A Bentley Continental?

The Bentley Continental was reversing, pulling out of the roadside parking spot and entering the street.

Hui City has its fair share of wealthy people, but those who can afford a Continental are not just simply rich.

It’s just that he never saw this car at Biluo Yunjian?

It doesn’t seem surprising.

He hasn’t seen this strange woman before either.

This guy sure has connections with wealthy women.

Zhao Fan sighed with emotion, suddenly remembering their earlier bragging.

My girlfriend has a house in East Sea.

I can call Pei Yunxi over with just one phone call.

Zhao Fan abruptly stopped, realizing something as he watched the Bentley Continental withdrawing onto the road, as if hit by thunder.

Biluo Yunjian.

Pei Yunxi.

Completely covered up.

Silent.

...

Thunder flashed in his mind, then he took off running.

"Wait! Wait!"

Just as the Continental adjusted the head of the car, preparing to set off, Zhao Fan ran to the passenger side door, loudly shouting something, so anxious he was hitting the window.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Boss Jiang lowered the window.

But this time, it wasn’t him they were looking for.

"Are you Pei Yunxi? Are you Pei Yunxi?"

Zhao Fan pressed his hand against the car door, shouting at the strange woman in the driver’s seat, so agitated that he couldn’t control himself.

Jiang Chen glanced at the woman beside him.

The woman remained unfazed, released the brake.

The Bentley Continental moved forward.

"Pei Yunxi! Pei Yunxi!"

Zhao Fan was still clinging to the window, refusing to let go, running along with the Bentley, but how could a person outrun a four-wheeled car?

As the Bentley’s speed continued to increase, Zhao Fan gradually lost the strength to hold on, after running three or four dozen meters, was forced to let go, gasping for breath, hunching his body, with both hands on his thighs, still trying hard to raise his head.

"Pei Yunxi, Pei Yunxi, don’t go——"

His "heart-wrenching" cries mingled with the night wind seeped into the car.

In the rearview mirror.

That face, shocked, upset, regretful, resentful, gradually blurred.

Jiang Chen sighed softly, raising the window.

"Your behavior is dangerous, what if he falls under the car."

"He was the one clinging to my car."

Such a cold woman.

"After all, he’s your fan."

"I only saw a lunatic."

Jiang Chen chuckled.

Indeed.

Chasing idols requires rationality.

Impulsive acts that ignore personal and public safety are unacceptable.

"He only drank. I believe he wouldn’t act like this sober."

"Whatever his state is, it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words after trying to help.

I wonder if Brother Zhao hears this, will he feel disillusioned about his goddess.

Probably not.

Fans are actually similar to sycophants, idols can mistreat me a thousand times, I treat idols as my first love.

You just keep ruining me, I just keep loving you.

"Can you see through those sunglasses when driving?"

Boss Jiang changed the subject.

"Can’t see."

Boss Jiang was taken aback, "Can’t see yet you drive?"

"You’re the one who got into the car."

Just like how Brother Zhao jumped into the car earlier.

"Stop the car."

Boss Jiang said immediately.

Pei Yunxi ignored him, "Aren’t you leaving? I’ll take you to the train station."

Jiang Chen was indifferent.

Women, always saying one thing and meaning another.

He didn’t believe she’d come all the way and go through such a disguise just to be his free chauffeur.

He’s at least self-aware of this.

"Take off those sunglasses; it’s late at night, don’t end up on the news tomorrow."

"I’m not afraid, why are you?"

Those words.

Really have a deep meaning.

Boss Jiang naturally pretended he didn’t understand.

"The Nine Carp Painting issue was a misunderstanding. I didn’t know it was yours. Martial Saint didn’t know either. You know very well if he knew it was you on the phone, he wouldn’t have spoken to you like that."

"He wants to buy Nine Carp Painting for his parents?"

"Yeah."

"Such a filial son."

"Yeah, this kid..."

Boss Jiang was about to lament, but was interrupted,

"I’m talking about you."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s words came to a halt.

The middle-aged couple in the photo.

And Martial Saint’s arrogant tone.

Saying it’s ten billion.

He’s underage, without any income source, who’s paying for this, it’s obvious.

"You’ve got guts."

Now it was Boss Jiang’s turn to feign deafness, looking out at the street scenery, pretending he heard nothing.

The car suddenly slowed down.

They ran into a traffic jam up ahead.

Upon closer look.

Turns out it’s a DUI checkpoint.

How does the saying go?

Don’t drink and drive, don’t drive after drinking. Boss Jiang always did well on this front, though he’d just had several bottles of beer, but seated in the passenger seat, he had nothing to fear.

"Should I get out first?"

Boss Jiang turned around; his concern wasn’t about himself.

DUI checks definitely require taking off the mask, right?

Tabloid scandals are the most annoying.

He was purely thinking of the other party.

Pei Yunxi turned a deaf ear, slowly following the traffic jam forward, right ahead was the traffic police, she still didn’t take off her sunglasses.

Really.

If wearing sunglasses at night while driving violates traffic laws, Boss Jiang truly forgot. ℯℯ𝑙.

After more than ten minutes, the Bentley Continental reached the traffic police, Boss Jiang sat righteously, maintaining a dignified posture, eliminating any room for imagination, but the police didn’t even check and signaled them to continue, directly letting them pass.

The road cleared up.

Pei Yunxi finally took off the sunglasses and placed them on the central console.

Noticing this, Boss Jiang curiously picked them up, attempted to perch them on his nose, and after experiencing the other party’s view, he quickly took them off with only one thought.

Never sit in her car again.

It’s like being blind, not much different from mild cataracts.

Couldn’t compare with a city of no night like East Sea, especially in the winter after nine thirty, the road gradually became deserted.

Though he didn’t know where she was taking him, Jiang Chen didn’t ask, so the newcomer sat for forty to fifty minutes, watching the crowded skyscrapers vanish, the scene outside the window becoming increasingly desolate.

Finally, when the car stopped, outside was deserted, leaving only a solitary bus stop standing by the roadside.

"Get out."

"Where is this?"

Not just no people.

There seemed to be no cars on the road.

"Get out and you’ll know."

The naive Boss Jiang believed it to be true, unclasped the seatbelt, pushed the door open, and walked to the coldhearted bus stop.

The driver’s side window was lowered.

"Now the buses are done for the night, at six in the morning you can catch one here directly to the airport."

"..."

Six in the morning?

Just in the blink of an eye, the exhaust pipe spewed black smoke with a "buzz", definitely flooring the pedal, the Bentley Continental roared away at full throttle, leaving Boss Jiang, who nearly got tricked into oblivion, standing foolishly at the roadside, with only the bus stop for company.

Watching the dimly lit taillights disappear, Boss Jiang laughed.

Strange.

Adorable.

Cold.

Now there’s another tag.

Childish.

Boss Jiang was not like Brother Zhao, he didn’t hysterically chase or shout you don’t go. He casually turned around, walked into the station, and looked up.

Alright.

The station route information had been blurred by time.

No taxi would come wandering here for sure.

Wonder if at this point in this location a ride-hailing car could be called?

Boss Jiang sighed faintly, withdrew his gaze from the stop sign, and then leisurely took out his phone.

Dialed a number.

In the bleak winter night, beneath the battered bus stop, he smiled like a spring breeze.

"Uncle Pei, it’s Jiang..."