Jiang Xun couldn't help but glance at Song Qingyou and sighed again, "Appearances really can be deceiving."
Song Qingyou's expression was aloof, and her tone was indifferent: "Approximately how long will it take to arrive?"
Jiang Xun checked the time: "Chang'an Avenue is a bit congested at this time, and the Jingchuan Bridge is probably full of cars right now. It will take at least half an hour."
"Will we be late?" Song Qingyou asked.
She is a person with a strong sense of time.
That's why, to avoid traffic jams, we arranged to meet Jiang Xun an hour in advance for a 20-minute journey.
Jiang Xun revealed a confident smile: "So let's take a shortcut."
Before Song Qingyou could understand what she meant, she felt the car suddenly accelerate, make a sharp turn, and enter the alley next to it.
Although she was puzzled, Song Qingyou did not interrupt.
She doesn't drive herself, and she won't nag the person who is driving.
Song Qingyou did her job as a passenger without saying a word, no matter how dangerous the driving was.
Upon arrival, she immediately got out of the car, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and stood by the car, frowning as she pondered for a while.
Seeing this, Jiang Xun looked at her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot you're not in good health and can't handle too much stimulation."
Song Qingyou suppressed the nausea in her stomach, looked up and asked, "Are you sure you won't get a ticket?"
Jiang Xun said, "Of course not. We took a side road, it was just a bit bumpy, and the speed was not fast. I strictly followed the speed limit in the city."
Song Qingyou nodded: "That's good, go in."
Jiang Xun looked at the magnificent restaurant in front of her and clicked her tongue: "Didn't they say Yan Miao's boyfriend didn't have much money? How can he afford such a high-end hotel? A meal here must cost him a year's salary."
As Song Qingyou walked inside, she explained, "Yan Miao paid for it."
Jiang Xun suddenly raised her eyebrows: "The boyfriend treats, the girlfriend pays the bill? Is that even possible?"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment and said, "As long as he has good character and treats Yan Miao well, that's enough. The most important thing is that Yan Miao likes him."
Jiang Xun scoffed: "Character? Would someone who really doesn't want to spend their girlfriend's money be Yan Miao's boyfriend? Do you know what that's called? That's called having one's cake and eating it too."
Song Qingyou couldn't find the words to refute, and in fact, she didn't want to refute either.
But she didn't intend to make any final judgments now. After all, it was Yan Miao who was in the relationship, and she and Jiang Xun hadn't even seen each other's faces yet, so she couldn't make assumptions about others.
Song Qingyou sincerely hoped that Yan Miao could meet a wonderful person.
She hopes that Yan Miao can be happy, whether before or after marriage, and can grow up carefree and protected as before, forever maintaining that pure and straightforward nature.
Jiang Xun asked, "Which floor is the private room on?"
“The top floor,” Song Qingyou said.
The two walked side by side to the top floor, but when they pushed open the door, they only saw Yan Miao alone.
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