The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, didn’t the third master just say that he was going to the clubhouse?
Huo Ting glared at the driver through the rearview mirror with deep eyes, and the driver immediately looked away, didn’t say much, didn’t dare to think too much, and drove back to the villa honestly.
“Did something happen just now?”
They sat in the back row of the car, and after five minutes of silence, Huo tingshen spoke.
“No, I just watched other people driving luxury cars and being stuck on the road, and I thought it was funny. It turns out that money is not everything.”
He was displeased, he opened his eyes and talked nonsense, thinking he was a three-year-old child, “Then why are you crying?”
“Crying that I’m poor, I’m not even qualified to scold traffic jams while sitting in a car, because I don’t have a car.”
Thinking of the one thousand yuan she just lost, her heart was cut like a knife, and she would never go out to eat with rich people again. Her wallet was compressed, which hurt more than her heart contracted.
“It’s as if if you have a car, you can drive it.”
She turned her head and stared at him, this man, does his mouth have to be so poisonous?
“Master driver, will you be able to drive when you are born?”
The driver chuckled: “Miss is joking.”
He raised his eyebrows warmly and looked at Huo tingshen provocatively: “it seems that the third master is born with strange bones, and he is born with a car and can drive it.”
The driver swallowed nervously.
This Miss Wen… Is she planning to die?
Who is the third master, she dares to hate him.
Huo Ting squinted deeply and looked at her.
She felt guilty for a moment: “Say, what I mean is that although I have a driver’s license, I have never driven a car. If I really got in a car, I might not be able to drive well.”
Huo Ting snorted deeply, but he was able to bend and stretch.
“Old Chen, pull over and stop.”
Master Chen quickly stopped the car.
Huo Ting drew his chin forward deeply and looked at her: “you go and drive.”
“Me?” With a guilty conscience, her voice subconsciously dropped a few decibels.
“Old Chen, you get off work.”
Master Chen looked back, a little worried.
Before he could say anything, Huo Ting’s eyes turned cold: “what, didn’t you hear?”
“Yes, third master.”
Lao Chen quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.
The moment he closed the car door, his eyes met with warm eyes.
That seems to be saying, Miss Wen, you can ask for more blessings.