The car was stuck in the same spot for ten minutes, and he watched her for ten minutes.
Like a pinned puppet, she looked at the ground with her head down, motionless.
He opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards her.
A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of her eyes. She frowned and looked up with tears on her face.
The moment the two looked at each other, his expression froze for a moment.
But she turned her head, quickly wiped the tears on her cheeks, and stood up.
“Mr. Huo, why are you here?” She looked at him pretending to be calm.
“Is that your catchphrase?”
She was puzzled for a while, and then found that she seemed to ask him this sentence every time she saw him.
She scratched her eyebrows in embarrassment: “Say, I’m just surprised that I can meet Mr. Huo, who is admired by everyone in the whole North City, on the side of the main road.”
“Stop talking about these official phrases, what are you doing sitting here?”
“I don’t seem to be breaking the law sitting here.”
“It’s an eyesore.”
She was in a hurry: “I’m not an eyesore, this is a public road.”
“Sitting in the car, you look like a stray cat that was abandoned on the side of the road.”
As soon as he finished speaking, her nose sore.
Thinking about it this way, she feels that she is no different from a stray cat. She also has no relatives, is also abandoned, and has no one to wait for her…
There was a touch of desolation in her eyes: “Then I will not hinder Mr. Huo’s eyes, and I will go first.”
“Where are you going?” he said coldly, “get in the car with me, and I just want to go home.”
go home?
He turned around and walked a few steps. Seeing that she hadn’t caught up, he turned his head and said coldly, “Aren’t you going?”
“My luggage is still at school.”
“The Huo family doesn’t lack anything. You can collect your luggage tomorrow. Get in the car first.”
The warmth got into his car inexplicably.
It was also a coincidence that the two of them had just closed the car door when the road, which had been stagnant for more than ten minutes, suddenly started to pass.
This traffic jam seemed to be deliberately designed for her to meet him by chance, it was not too early or too late, such a coincidence.
He said to the driver: “Don’t make a detour, just go home.”
“Okay, third master.”
She looked at him: “Where are you going just now? If you are busy, please put me down first. I can go back by car.”
“I was going to go home.”