Zhou Zhou, who was sitting in the passenger seat, leaned against the car window and agreed with Chen Zui with a smile, "This way, Chen Zui can save a lot of time."
Facing the two people's expectant gazes, Tang Xili hesitated.
Yes, Chen Zui's arrangement was indeed appropriate, but...
"You guys go first, I'll ask the driver to pick me up."
A sound like jade breaking in the wind came from not far away, interrupting Tang Xili's thoughts.
Her beautiful eyes turned and she looked in the direction of the sound.
The moonlight was like water, and in the vast night, a man in a loose suit was walking down the gangway holding the handrail.
Yong Zhixu has been following the doctor's advice these days and has not walked around, so his ankle healed quickly and he can now walk again.
He knew that Chen Zui made such arrangements to create opportunities for him, but if such excuses were used too many times, it would arouse people's disgust.
There is a world of difference between active and passive.
In interpersonal communication, a sense of boundaries and propriety is crucial.
Tang Xili looked at him, as if she didn't expect him to say that. The end of her eyebrows raised, and a hint of surprise flashed across her deer eyes under the streetlight.
She thought he would say: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Tangxi."
Indeed, Chen Zui's request made Tang Xili feel a little unhappy.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to give this person a ride, but he always says that, which makes her feel forced, and she doesn’t like it.
She likes people with boundaries.
Therefore, Yong Zhixu's words made her clearly aware that this person had a sense of boundaries.
The unhappiness in my heart dissipated.
Actually, it’s okay to give him a ride.
"Mr. Yong, get in the car." She took the initiative to open the passenger door of the Bugatti Divo.
This was the car that Ji Fuzheng had prepared in advance because he knew she was coming back.
The four McLarens at the back belonged to her bodyguards.
Yong Zhixu really didn't want to trouble her this time, and he didn't want to achieve the effect of retreating to advance, and he felt happy in his heart.
But he didn't show it on his face. He walked over with a gentle gait, his eyes filled with just the right amount of sincerity. "Miss Tangxi, will this cause you any trouble? Actually, I can wait here for just an hour."
"An hour?" So long?
Tang Xili met his eyes and, for some reason, saw a hint of... touching? A sense of vulnerability?
“???”
Tang Xili's eyes flashed with some uncertainty. When she looked carefully again, the man had already lowered his eyelids.
His long, thick eyelashes covered his eye sockets like a small fan, obscuring the emotions in his eyes, just like the shadows of bamboo in the moonlight, so hazy that it was impossible to see through.
"Get in the car." She spoke again, her voice still cold.
This time the man didn't say anything. He walked past her and leaned over to the passenger seat.
Chen Zui watched them leave and stepped on the accelerator. He seemed to understand something and grinned, "Retreat to advance, playing hard to get, brilliant."
Zhou Zhou didn't understand. "What do you mean by retreating to advance? What do you mean by playing hard to get?"
"You little kid don't understand."
"Who's the kid? I'm already 23! I've grown up a long time ago." Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes at him in dissatisfaction.
Chen Zui glanced at her and suddenly said something irrelevant, "Have you contacted your brother Chuan recently?"
"No? What's wrong?"
Chen Zui smiled meaningfully, "Nothing, just asking..."
——
Half an hour later, the blue Bugatti Divo stopped at Chaohua Academy, between the gates of two stand-alone European-style garden villas.
Tang Xili unbuckled her seat belt and turned to look at Yong Zhixu in the passenger seat.
The man was very conscious. Without waiting for her to say anything, he had already unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.
The street lights were dim, and his exquisite outline was half hidden in the darkness. His expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice was warm, like the intoxicating summer breeze.
"Good night, Miss Tangxi," he said.
Tang Xili's eyes moved, but she didn't answer. She just nodded politely, then suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car sideways.
When she got off the car, she walked away decisively without looking back or even glancing at the man hidden in the darkness.
Bella, Amy and others followed closely behind.
When entering the gate, Bella looked back at the man until the lady disappeared, then turned back to go home and communicated with Amy beside her in English: "That gentleman seems to like the lady."
Amy also glanced over and said, "So what if I like you? There will definitely be no response."
There won't be any response?
Yong Zhixu's hand froze as he closed the door, the light in his eyes was gentle but firm. No, it will happen, sooner or later... it will happen!
He will wait.
When spring comes, the snow will melt.
Wait until dawn and the flowers will bloom.
If spring doesn't come, if dawn doesn't arrive, it doesn't matter, he will go to her.
——
The next morning, Tang Xili got up early to run as usual.
After running three laps, when I was about to enter the house, the gate of the villa opposite opened.
A handsome man walked out with long legs.
He wore a well-cut black suit made of high-quality fabric, with a white shirt underneath. Instead of a tie, he wore a silver collar pin with a blue diamond and a light tassel.
She wore a pair of custom-made black leather shoes, and between her slender white finger bones, she twisted the string of Buddhist beads that she always kept in her hand. Apart from that, she had no other accessories.
Clean, simple and noble.
It lacks some of the rigidity inherent in suits and has a more elegant and casual feel.
Just like the ink-soaked mountains and rivers in ancient paintings, poetic and picturesque feelings are blended into them, naturally revealing a tranquil and far-reaching charm.
As she glanced over, the man also noticed her. His thin lips curved up into a gentle smile, "Good morning, Miss Tangxi."
Tang Xili nodded and replied indifferently and distantly, "Good morning."
As the two were greeting each other, a customized black Maybach drove over from the west and stopped in front of Yong Zhixu.
The driver, who was over fifty years old, unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He walked around the back of the car and opened the door in an orderly manner. He half-bowed and saluted Yong Zhixu, "Young Master, please get in."
Yong Zhixu nodded to the driver, and before getting in, he looked across the car and said to Tang Xili, "Miss Tang Xi, I'm going to work now. See you later."
Tangxi curled her lips in response with a forced smile.
The man could naturally see through her perfunctory attitude, but he still smiled and bent down to get into the car.
Old Li, who was holding the car door, was stunned. His half-closed eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of disbelief.
The young master has always been distant towards girls, when did he become so enthusiastic?
See you again...?
He turned around in shock to look at the girl he hadn't noticed when he arrived.
However, all I saw was a slender and beautiful back.
Old Li remained calm and returned to the driver's seat. He glanced at his young master through the rearview mirror and asked casually, "Is that girl just now a friend of the young master?"
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