Sensing Qiao Rong's distraction, the corners of Wen Changqing's mouth raised a trace of arc.

It happened that the car was flowing at this time, and Wen Changqing immediately concentrated on driving, very happy in his heart, and even a little glad that he had a good skin.

Wen Changqing's plan was to take Qiao Rong to the VIP restaurant in Bei Ruoting, but they didn't meet their wishes, and they happened to encounter the rush hour of traffic jams in Amsterdam when they came out of the airport.

The car could not speed up the whole time, and the vehicles of various colors and varieties were like crawling snails on the wide asphalt road.

The hotel Wen Changqing booked is in the center of Amsterdam, and it takes about an hour to drive from the airport to the hotel.

They originally intended to go to have afternoon tea first, and then go to the hotel, but now in this case, don't go to afternoon tea, even if you go to the hotel, you don't know when you will go.

This situation was unexpected.

Even if Wen Changqing arranged everything, he didn't expect to be stuck in traffic at this time.

He had also guessed before that now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, there will definitely be many people who will come to travel, but he didn't expect so many people.

"Dididi!"

Wen Changqing, who has always been in good shape, couldn't help but get angry, and pressed the car horn a little irritably.

They were mixed in with all kinds of vehicles, the cars around them were honking, and the noise around them was like ten vegetable markets, and the people sitting in the cars were extremely depressed.

Of course, Qiao Rong had already put her phone away, and when she heard Wen Changqing's whistle, she couldn't help but look at his expression.

At this moment, his thin lips were pursed, although he still looked like usual, but unlike in the past, his eyebrows and eyes were deeper today, and he was slightly irritable.

No matter who it is, the people who don't move on the road will be unhappy.

Qiao Rong frowned and stared at the traffic in front of her that she couldn't see her head and her back couldn't see her tail, and subconsciously covered her hand on the steering wheel.

Her action was originally a subconscious act, and she just wanted to appease Wen Changqing.

But when the two hands overlapped, her palms burned as if they were touching a raging fire, and the heat made her immediately remove her hands.

She really didn't want to rub the oil on Wen Changqing's hand, and after realizing what she was doing, Qiao Rong couldn't wait to find a crack to get into.

What is she doing?!

What are you doing?!

She actually touched Wen Changqing's hand!

He comforted him, forget it, why comfort him in such an ambiguous way.

Wen Changqing felt the residual temperature on the back of his hand, and his heart was even hotter than the hot temperature on his hand, and Qiao Rong was involuntary.

The moment his hands overlapped, he thought that Qiao Rong had the same thoughts about him, and the joy in his heart was greater than the depression of the traffic jam.

But seeing Qiao Rong's evasive gaze, he knew that he was thinking too much, although he didn't know why he was holding her hand, but he was already very happy to be able to make this step.

And Qiao Rong lowered her head slightly, and her long eyelashes rolled up and down because of uneasiness, giving people a feeling of shyness, which made people's eyes shine.

His gaze was a little too hot, and in the car, Qiao Rong had nowhere to hide, but that sight burned her heart very hot, and she had to raise her head to face it.

"Well, actually, I just want to appease you...... "I don't want to rub your oil."

She didn't dare to come out with the latter sentence.

Looking at his beautiful hands, she couldn't believe it herself, even though her purpose was really just to appease him.

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