'Click-'
A faint sound.
The car door locks are open.
Jiang Yingchi personally helped her open it.
The two were still very close. His hand had just withdrawn from the button, but hadn't completely left it when he heard his cold voice: "Press this button, you idiot."
Call her an idiot!
Ning Qiluo suddenly turned her head.
It was an instinctive reaction, and as she turned her head, her nose bumped right into his. The impact was so fast that Ning Qiluo winced in pain and almost immediately shrank back, leaning against the car door and covering her aching nose with her hand.
Why is he standing so close?
"I'm sorry," she apologized immediately.
Jiang Yingchi raised her hand, touched her nose, and then looked at her.
His eyes remained indifferent and aloof, but there was no indication that he blamed her.
After a long while, he finally parted his thin lips slightly and said three words: "It's alright."
It turns out Jiang Yingchi is so easy to talk to.
She had hardly spent any time with him; the only thing connecting them was their betrothal. Of course, she still remembered how she had foolishly taken his things back then, but now, would she dare to take them again?
Since he didn't mind that she bumped his nose, Ning Qiluo didn't say anything more and quickly got out of the car.
Standing at the car door, she took a breath.
I looked left and right, and finally went to the left.
...
Inside the car.
After Ning Qiluo left, Jiang Yingchi remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, he glanced sideways, his gaze landing on the three cups of milk tea. Two were in the bag, one was the one she had drunk from, and half of it remained. She didn't have a particular favorite milk tea flavor; she loved pudding, pearls, and red bean flavors.
Jiang Yingchi picked up the glass she had drunk from, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.
The car interior was already cramped, and Huang Zhuo, the driver in front, felt the air inside the car getting thinner and thinner, which made him a little scared.
It's quite dramatic. I didn't expect that Miss Ning would regain her memory but forget those six months.
Logically speaking, this possibility is extremely slim.
How did this happen?
But it has actually happened now.
However, the one who truly suffered was President Jiang. He had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, only to have it all burned back to square one. Miss Ning was actually afraid of President Jiang; for him, wasn't this like having a knife plunged into his heart? The thought of being stabbed in the heart was unbearable.
"President Jiang, shall we go to General Deshan's Mansion now?" Huang Zhuo asked.
"No need, stop here."
The car door opened, and Jiang Yingchi got out, carrying the two cups of milk tea in the bag.
...
Ning Qiluo had walked about a hundred meters away when she realized that she had left her milk tea in Jiang Yingchi's car.
Those were bought for her by her fans.
But she didn't have the courage to go back and get it back. Besides, even if she did go back, would the car still be parked there?
"Oh my god, Ning Qiluo! Isn't that Ning Qiluo?"
"It really is her!"
"Take a picture quickly, take one!"
Someone took out their phone and started snapping photos of her. Ning Qiluo, who had just been chased by fans offering her milk tea, was less flustered this time and appeared quite calm.
Just as I was about to turn around confidently, strike a pose, and let them take pictures as they pleased.
Suddenly, one of them said, "My God, what incredible luck we have! We actually ran into Ning Qiluo. Let's take some candid photos and sell them to marketing companies to make a fortune."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
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