Before Lin Da could refuse, An Wenjing squeezed her way up.

With a "snap," the car door closed.

"Driver, start the car!"

Alright!

Linda: ...

Ignoring the difference between men and women, Lin Da grabbed An Wenjing's waist with both hands, pulled An Wenjing off him, and threw him onto the back seat on the left side of the carriage.

With a loud bang, An Wenjing's elbow hit the car door, and she couldn't help but grimace and let out a soft cry.

The driver, glancing out of the corner of his eye, noticed the young couple in the back seat seemingly arguing and the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense. He immediately sat up straight, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead, and silently increased his speed.

"Linda! Why did you push me? Don't you know it hurts?"

An Wenjing rubbed her elbow, her clear voice carrying a hint of grievance.

Linda's gaze fell on An Wenjing's elbow, which had been bruised and reddened; her fair skin had quickly turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, Miss An, it was my fault just now. Could you please tell me what you want to discuss?"

"Hmm—it's the question I asked you before! We're both single, how about being my boyfriend—"

You haven't replied to me about this yet. What's your decision now?

Linda remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "I refuse."

An Wenjing thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out why Linda would refuse.

"Why? Aren't you single right now and going on blind dates? No matter how I look at you, she's better than that slender girl you went on your blind date with today!"

"Could it be that you actually like the girl with the slender waist you met on that blind date today?"

An Wenjing stared at Lin Da with the expression of an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

Linda: "...No, I don't like that one, and I don't like you either."

"So you hate me, right?"

An Wenjing's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Lin Da with a pitiful expression, her injured arm intentionally or unintentionally being pushed towards Lin Da's face.

Linda, preoccupied with her own thoughts, didn't notice An Wenjing's little scheme. But when her eyes met the large red and swollen area, her heart softened a little.

Her tone wasn't as harsh as before: "I don't dislike you, but Miss An, you're not my type!"

"What type do you like? I can act it out for you."

An Wenjing immediately chimed in, and after speaking, she continued to gaze longingly at Linda.

Linda: "..."

This is the first time I've encountered such a shameless person, and yet this person keeps waving around in front of me with an innocent face.

Hmm—how can two completely unrelated words, shamelessness and innocence, be perfectly embodied in one person?

Lin Da immediately thought of their high school days, when Ye Zijing joined their group and Shu Jia would complain to him and Zhuo Zhiyuan every few days that Ye Zijing was a two-faced "black lotus".

Look at An Wenjing's innocent and naive appearance now, and then think of how fiercely she beat up the bald man in the restaurant before.

Linda's alarm bells went off instantly, and she looked at An Wenjing with a wary and cautious gaze: "You don't need to change. What exactly do you like about me? I'll change!"

I like your handsome face, great figure, and long legs!

Linda: "..."

We can't exactly tell him to get plastic surgery!

"There are plenty of people with better figures than me. I can introduce you to some. Besides figure, what kind of personality do you like?"

There are quite a few fitness and fashion bloggers in the company, and surely a few of them can meet An Wenjing's requirements in terms of appearance.

Linda now hopes that An Wenjing can quickly shift her attention away from her.

"I love your figure! As for personality, I just want to be like you: a tough, taciturn, often hypocritical, and secretly a bit of a sly lawyer!"

They were practically asking Linda by name.

Linda: ...

"A ruthless person who doesn't talk much"?

'Saying one thing and meaning another'?

'Repressedly passionate'?

Is this way of describing him praising him or criticizing him?

Linda twitched her lips and said, "Oh! If I find someone suitable, I'll introduce you to someone right away!"

The car fell silent again, and An Wenjing did not answer Lin Da.

After a long pause, Linda finally couldn't take it anymore: "Miss An, what are you laughing at?"

An Wenjing, who had been staring at Lin Da with a silent, silly grin, burst out laughing when Lin Da asked her question.

"Hahaha! Linda, I think you look so cute when you're feeling down. What am I going to do if you keep teasing me like this?"

Hmm—I think I like you even more now!

It's that kind of irresistible, itch-like feeling you can't help. You know that feeling? It's like a cat gently scratching your heart with its soft little paws—it's a feeling that melts your heart!

Linda closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pretended not to hear.

He felt he should shut up and pretend not to hear or see anything.

An Wenjing is clearly not quite right in the head; he can't argue with her.

"You don't think I'm crazy now, do you?"

After laughing enough, An Wenjing turned her head and asked Lin Da.

Linda was taken aback and glanced at An Wenjing.

An Wenjing noticed Lin Da's gaze. She stopped laughing and her expression became serious: "Lin Da, I'm not joking. I've always been serious."

I've never confessed my feelings to anyone else but you!

This time, Linda was completely stumped by An Wenjing.

Fortunately, the car had already arrived at its destination, and Linda got out of the car as if she were escaping.

An Wenjing tried to chase after the car, but almost got hit on the nose by the closing car door. In a moment of panic, she had no choice but to retreat.

The driver, who had been eavesdropping on the gossip the whole way, was now regretting his actions: if he had known the two wouldn't have fought or had an accident, he wouldn't have driven so fast, and he would have missed out on so much gossip!

well--

But while we should listen to the gossip, we also need to keep working.

After all, if you don't earn money, you won't eat. (Life, life, you have to work from the moment you're born. JPG)

The driver asked in a stiff voice, "Miss, are you getting off here?"

Running so fast?

An Wenjing shifted her gaze from the window back and waved her hand, saying, "No, no, please deliver this to Zhenxin Studio on Xieli Street."

"Okay!"

——

The car restarted, turned around, and headed towards its new destination.