The silver-red Bentley sped along the airport highway, the neatly arranged street lights reflected in the windows, forming a series of shining lines. The car drove fast, but time was slow. Shao Hao sat in the back seat of the car, as silent and quiet as ever. Moments later, the dusk of this new London began to rain lightly, and the windows were covered with a layer of rain and fog. Through the rain and fog, the lights flickered more and more. The cabin was warm and fragrant, and the raindrops on the windows were connected in a line, like small transparent snakes, chased by the wind, they fled to the end of the window until they disappeared.

Shao Hao looked at the little snakes that had fled one after another, and suddenly thought of Xiao Yu's equally winding and curly hair: "This girl, won't she not bring an umbrella?" Are you reluctant to take a taxi home? Shao Hao shook his head, trying to remove the picture of Eryu's curly hair from his mind. However, shaking his head was useless, Shao Hao thought angrily: "Let's get rainy, let's get rainy, hmph, who asked her not to add me on WeChat." God must be punishing her, yes! Ah, you don't catch a cold, do you?! No, she's so able to eat, and she's definitely very strong. Thinking of this, Shao Hao didn't hold back and chuckled.

Long Qi, who was sitting next to him, turned his head in surprise, looked at the young boss who was sometimes irritable and sometimes secretly laughing, and was about to ask what was wrong, Shao Hao put the tip of his slender right index finger to his lips, signaling Long Qi not to ask anything. Long Qi had to pout, and his neck stiffened and turned his head.

In this quiet and warm carriage, Shao Hao let his thoughts drift away.

Westminster Abbey's stately Victorian architecture is a stunning complement to the London Eye across the River Thames. The Corinthia Hotel in this building is the destination of Shao Hao and his entourage. Bentley stopped lightly in front of the bright and elegant glass door, and a number of wall lamps emitted a soft and quiet golden light to cast a halo on the white stone walls of the hotel, and the warmth of the hall made pedestrians in the rain yearn for it.

The polite and humble doorman was dressed in a black uniform, and he helped Shaohao and his party open the door and place the luggage in a decent and courteous manner. At this time, Sophia Zhang, a local guide who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, got up and walked towards Shaohao with a smile on her face.

On the other side, Eryu, who had finished receiving his luggage, dragged the suitcase, wore headphones in his ears, turned on Le Zheng Shaohao's music, followed the flow of people, skillfully walked quickly to the subway station, got off the elevator, took out the oyster card from his bag, and entered the station smoothly with a "beep". A few minutes later, the Piccadilly subway entered the station, and Eryu dragged the suitcase, got on the train, settled her luggage, and stood and leaned on the seat. took a long breath, and silently cheered himself up in his heart: "Qing Eryu, if you insist on persevering, you will be home in an hour." ”

Shao Hao's singing voice in the headphones was extremely warm, bringing a lot of comfort to Eryu, who was now tired. At this time, Eryu recalled that not long ago, she met Jackson on the plane, and remembered that he asked her to add WeChat, Eryu smiled secretly, "What a cute child, let's go home, there is no signal at all on the London Underground." ”

Originally, the London Underground said that it would install signal transmitters, but it was strongly opposed by the citizens, saying that it was finally necessary to have a mandatory free time on the subway. The excuse that a boss can call himself as a bad signal is so precious that most people don't like it to be invalidated. Therefore, the proposal to install the launcher had to be abandoned.

I saw that on this short subway car, there were various characters sitting and standing. There are men who are wearing makeup and preparing to go to the city center to play, there are girls who have already painted heavy makeup and still wear short skirts to fight the cold in winter, there are also men who wear tight jeans, trim their eyebrows, and have a smooth chin that is commensurate with girls as sisters, and there are even uncles with serious faces who are still holding a book to read at night. There are even young people like Eryu, who are tired and staggering. The warm breeze on the Piccadilly line has always been abundant, and Eryu just like that, standing and falling asleep.