Long legs came and stood beside the car. Qiao Yimo in the car lightly hooked the corners of his lips, turned sideways and released the door of the co-pilot. What is gentlemanly demeanor? He didn't know.

His face was stunning, but there was no good look on his face, Xia Zimeng reluctantly opened the car door and sat in.

No, this kind of car is not called sitting, it is called lying down.

Xia Zimeng hates this kind of sports car. The person who drives is very cool, but the person sitting next to him may not be comfortable.

Xia Zimeng didn't look at him from beginning to end, the seat belt was buckled, and he put down a long sentence very seriously,

"Mr. Qiao, I don't know you well, we met in Pingshui. The reason for work was that I accidentally bumped into Mosheng, and I didn't know that I was your subordinate. I'm still a little scarewed myself. But don't worry, I'll do my part, and I'll do my best to complete the task you've given me this month! As for the rest, Mr. Qiao, who has an identity, should know in his heart, don't make it difficult for others and lose his identity! ”

Xia Zimeng finished speaking in one breath, her eyes were only staring at the front of the car, and she didn't know if she was saying it to the air or to the car.

At this time, a chilling voice came from beside him, "What is identity?" ”

Xia Zimeng turned his head to stare at him, only to see that he was the evil one again, and then said in a blowing-like tone close to her ear,

"Don't talk to me about identity, that's what I despise the most!"

As soon as the accelerator was pressed, the car flew out, and the roar of the engine resounded throughout the quiet street. The car has flown away, leaving a gust of wind in the air, and there are passers-by who are frightened or fascinated, looking at the car and sighing!

Qiao Yimo didn't understand what he was thinking. I just thought of her and wanted to meet her. But she was met with a cold response. Hum!

A woman who doesn't know what to do!

Speeding all the way, the two have their own thoughts.

When I arrived at a certain intersection, the red light turned on, I lightly stepped on the brakes, and the speed gradually slowed down, and I stopped in front of the zebra crossing. Looking at the crowd of people walking on the zebra crossing, I suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Turning his head to look at Xia Zimeng, his deep eyes revealed an incomprehensible look. Even he didn't understand it.

Xia Zimeng closed her eyes the whole time, letting him keep speeding, and she didn't say a word, not a word. Now that the car had stopped, she noticed that the person next to her had not gotten out of the car, so she continued to keep her eyes closed.

Her breathing was steady, as if she was out of the ordinary, as if everything had nothing to do with her, as if he didn't exist.

I just silently thought in my heart, just don't crash the car, she doesn't want to accompany her.

For the man next to her, she respects and avoids him. If you can hide, you can hide, and if you can't hide, you won't care.

There was silence in the car, each with their own thoughts.

No more racing, no more speeding. Slowly, sail to the seaside and dock on a hillside above a bay.

In the evening, the scenery is breathtaking. With a touch of the screen, the canopy slowly fell, and a salty smell of sea water hit the wind.

Xia Zimeng slowly opened his eyes and saw that the sea and sky were the same color, and the eyes were endless, incomparably vast. You can't see the edge in the distance, you can't see the other side.

suddenly

She felt like a tireless bird, flying and flying, chasing someone, but never getting into his heart.

She is like a disoriented little fish, swimming in the sea, but she can't swim to the other side! He has thrown her far away, far away...

The star-like black eyes reflect the moving glow of the sky, but the depths of the eyes hide the loss that cannot be recovered.

She knew where it was, someone had brought her before.

Therefore, without any distractions, I remembered Fang Tianrui, those eyes that were as gentle as water, and that doting smile.

"Aside from Xia Zimeng, did you have any other names when you were a child? Or, nickname."

The sudden questioning woke Xia Zimeng from her memories. She slowly turned her head sideways and looked at Qiao Yimo, and for a moment or two, she saw the man in front of her as Fang Tianrui.

There were tears in her eyes, but at the last moment, she swallowed it back.

replied to that indifferent expression, looked at him, and said,

"Nope!"

Qiao Yimo didn't ignore the affectionate eyes she had just now, but that look was not him.

A sulk suddenly arose in her heart, especially when she replied without even thinking about it: No!

"Are you sure?" Holding back a strange emotion and not attacking, Qiao Yimo calmed down.

He's a gentleman tonight, isn't he, at least, he didn't do anything to her, did he? Xia Zi dreamed, and at the same time felt that Qiao Yimo was a little strange today.

Xia Zimeng looked at him with a little thought, not understanding why he asked these questions? What was her name when she was a child, and what did it matter to her?

"Where do you live when you're 8 or 9 years old? Have you ever moved? Can't wait for her to answer the previous question and move on to the next one. His tone was serious, a little anxious, not like a joke. looks at him seriously, without the frivolity and presumptuousness in her impression.

His eyes were focused, and his face, which was so perfect without a single blemish, was particularly deceptive.

But Xia Zimeng still didn't answer what he asked,

"Do you have a pedophile?" 8 and 9 year olds, he asked what to do?

"Answer me!" His eyes became aggressive, as if he was going to peel her head open, so that he could see clearly what she was thinking, what she was saying, and what was in her memory.

"I don't remember." Xia Zimeng seems to like to carry it with him.

"Woman, are you trying to force me on purpose?" Qiao Yimo lowered his voice, and the person in front of him was going to make him crazy.

"I can't really remember, I think I've moved a few times, but I don't remember how old it was." Qiao Yimo saw a hint of pride in her eyes, that is, the pride of not letting him get a satisfactory answer.

Leaning over to her, a soft, powerful voice reached her ear, "You're going to mess with me!" ”

The next moment, only Xia Zimeng's scream was heard.

Qiao Yimo didn't know when he had untied the seat belt on her seat, pulled it with both hands, and directly pulled Xia Zimeng over as if he was fishing for goods.

Now, Xia Zimeng's whole person was hugged by him, facing him, chest to chest, close to him. The two of them were lying in the driver's seat in a very ambiguous position.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his face expressionless, but playfully hooked the corners of his lips.

With both hands pressing her legs under the seat, her waist was just above the steering wheel of the car, unable to move. His knees were half-kneeling around his waist.

In a hurry, Xia Zimeng had to stretch out his hands against the back of the chair to prevent himself from falling. If he falls, she will take the initiative to kiss him.

His brows were tightly frowned, his eyes were glaring angrily, and he looked at Qiao Yimo with a gritted teeth expression as if he was about to fight, and he couldn't wait to cut off the man in front of him.