“I don’t know about that.”

"All I know is that Yan Qingyue is writing songs for our movie herself, and it will definitely become a hot topic."

“This is not proper.”

Several message alerts sounded one after another.

"Stop chatting, the group is calling people."

The voices disappeared, and the corridor became empty and quiet again.

Sheng Yuan walked to the parking lot on the underground first floor.

The Rolls-Royce was parked quietly in a parking space near the entrance.

The driver got out of the driver's seat, walked quickly forward, opened the back door, and Sheng Yuan sat in.

"Miss."

Sheng Yuan raised her head and met the driver's slightly hesitant gaze, "What's wrong?"

"Do you need to throw away this empty bag in your hand?"

Sheng Yuan was slightly stunned, "Yes."

She had just forgotten about it and walked all the way with it in her hand without knowing anything.

"Give it to me." The driver took the paper bag with a smile, then closed the car door, walked to the trash can not far away and threw away the paper bag.

The underground parking lot of the film and television city covers a large area, and it takes a long time to walk around towards the exit before you can get out.

Just passed the third bend.

All I heard was the driver's unexpected cry, and then he stepped on the brakes urgently.

Given the quality and performance of the luxury car, only a slight tilt was felt inside the car.

But the driver still turned his head nervously at the first moment, "Miss, are you okay?"

After getting Sheng Yuan’s negative answer.

Only then did he have time to pay attention to the white nanny car outside that had scratched the Rolls-Royce.

The driver drove smoothly and safely throughout the journey. It was the nanny car that was fully responsible for not looking at the sign and drove straight over. The other driver probably also realized this and got out of the car first.

After seeing that he had hit a Rolls-Royce, there was no sign of panic on his face.

After knocking on the car window, he handed over a check with ease, saying, "Sorry, this is compensation."

“…”

No matter how well-educated and polite the driver was, he was still speechless for a while because of the insincere apology. His face tensed and he was about to speak.

"Who asked you to write a check to them?" A female voice as gentle as water sounded.

A girl walked out of the white nanny car slowly. She had long hair draped over her shoulders and was wearing a white dress. Her every move exuded a calm temperament.

"Can't you learn the word politeness?"

She walked over and stared at her driver with a reproachful look. The driver lowered his head and his attitude towards girls changed 180 degrees, "I'm sorry, Miss Yan.

"I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble," the girl turned her head and looked at the driver of the Rolls-Royce, with a sincere apology on her face, "If it's convenient for you, please estimate the damage to the vehicle. If there are any problems, we will be responsible to the end."

This is the correct attitude.

The driver's expression improved a little.

But he still raised his hand and refused, "No thanks."

Estimating the loss requires temporarily contacting the person in charge of the vehicle.

The maintenance costs of this car every quarter and every month are already followed by a string of beautiful zeros, so that the cost of this little loss is not worth mentioning, and it is so small that the owner will not even take it to heart.

The most important thing is not to let such small things waste the host’s time, even if there is no rush.

Ignoring the stunned look of the other car's driver, the driver finished his words calmly, closed the car window on the center console with his white-gloved hand, backed up a distance, and drove away.

The girl's beautiful features were reflected in the dark Rolls-Royce window, and there was a hint of embarrassed apology between her eyebrows.

You can't see inside through the car window, but you can see everything outside from inside.

Separated by a layer of glass.

Sheng Yuan closed her eyes slightly and saw the girl standing there for a while, then turned around and walked towards the elevator of the film and television building.

turn out to be.

Did they meet at this time? Shi Yan... and Yan Qingyue.

/ On the way back.

The driver felt the cabin was too quiet.

After obtaining Sheng Yuan's consent, he reached out and turned on the radio.

A string of peaceful pure music sounded and echoed softly.

About ten minutes later, it was probably the closing time of this radio station. After the broadcast ended, it automatically jumped to an online interactive emotional radio station.

The female host spoke in a standard and gentle voice and patiently answered calls from the audience.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, he choked up a little.

"I broke up with my boyfriend of four years."

"In fact, before that, I had secretly loved him for three years in high school, but at that time I was just an ordinary girl, and he was the most popular school idol in the same grade. There was a huge gap between him and me, and we had never met. I never had any desire for him. I felt satisfied just seeing him passing by downstairs every day."

"A week after the college entrance exam, he was in a serious car accident. He may never be able to stand up again. He became very depressed and tried to commit suicide many times but was stopped by his family."

"Every day before dawn, I secretly stuffed a lot of encouraging words and his favorite candies into his windowsill, hoping that he would not give up on himself and cheer up again."

"In the first week, he threw away the candies every day, but I didn't give up. I stuffed them in my mouth every day for a whole month. Later, maybe he was moved by my perseverance, and gradually he started to accept the candies and finally agreed to try rehabilitation with his family."

"Then one day, I was exposed, and he knew that I was the one who delivered candy every day."

"I was so nervous that I thought he would despise and regret all the candies he had received before, but he smiled at me, a beautiful smile, and said to me, thank you."

"He asked me if I liked him, and I admitted it. On the day before college started, he confessed his love to me. I was so happy that I thought it was an illusion. We were in love for four years in college. Halfway through, his legs recovered, and our relationship was still good. At that time, I was sure that he was the one for me in this life. We would get married and have a happy family."

“But gradually, I became less sure.

“There were no external factors, nor a third party. On the contrary, he was very good to me, to the point of always giving in to me in every detail. But I could feel that he didn’t actually love me.

He was just being a model boyfriend...accommodating me who encouraged him and gave him candy back then, and I was just lucky enough to take advantage of the opportunity to help him when he was at his lowest point in life."

"I can lie to myself forever, but I like him so much..."

"I don't want to be a mean person who repays a favor. I don't want him to meet someone he really likes one day and realize that gratitude is not love."

"I moved and deleted all his social media accounts."

"I no longer have the courage to face him, so I can only say to him here, through the radio station, thank you for giving me such a beautiful dream, but this is the end."

By the end of the speech, the girl was sobbing and the female host was also moved, her voice unconsciously carrying a hint of regret.

The driver was also listening intently. After a moment of hesitation, he realized that this radio was too heavy.

"Miss, do you need to turn off the radio?"

There was no answer for a long time.

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror suspiciously.

The girl leaned lightly against the car door, looking at the scenery outside the window. Her pretty profile was a little silent, as if she was not listening to the radio at all, so she did not hear what the driver said.

The driver simply turned off the radio. (End of this chapter)