"I'm not tired." Yuan Mengshu moved a chair and fell in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the trees outside shake violently, and the sound of the whirring wind in his ears sounded a little terrifying.

If she was alone, she would definitely be scared into the bed.

The suite was uncomfortably quiet, and she glanced back at Imus to find him lazily leaning back on the couch and sweeping the TV remote.

There doesn't seem to be anything else to do in the suite other than watching TV.

Yuan Mengshu leaned back in his chair, listened to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, and gradually fell asleep.

Last night's hangover, coupled with today's physical and mental exhaustion, she just said that she was not tired was just a lie.

I don't know how long I slept, but she was pushed awake. Dressed in a hotel's special bathrobe, there stood an indifferent Imus beside him.

She quickly sat up straight, touched her face and said, "I'm sorry, I'm asleep." ”

"We're back." Imes turned and snatched the car keys from his desk.

Yuan Mengshu glanced out the window, only to find that the wind and rain outside had decreased a lot, and Binjiang Road had been opened to traffic. She put her bathrobe aside, glanced down at her new clothes, and finally followed Emus out of the suite without asking anything.

Walking out of the hotel gate, Imes's Squitz car was already parked at the door. Yuan Mengshu was surprised by his speed of work, and asked in surprise: "Wasn't the car towed away by the traffic police?" ”

"Later, they sent it back to me." Imus said.

Sure enough, it was fast, but she was so guilty just now that she thought it would be a very troublesome thing.

It seems that money can make ghosts grind, and this is not true at all.

In the carriage, while skillfully controlling the steering wheel, Imus turned his head sideways and asked her: "Go back to the hospital or back to the villa?" ”

Yuan Mengshu thought about it and said gloomily: "Go back to the hospital, the car is still there." ”

"If it's for the car, you don't have to run over there, I'll ask someone to help you drive the car back." Iamston paused and said, "Also, from today onwards, I will assign you a driver, so that it will be safer to travel." ”

Yuan Mengshu hurriedly refused: "No need, it's inconvenient." ”

"Do you want today's events to happen again?"

"If they're trying to deal with me, it's useless to get me more drivers, is it?"

"And what do you want to do?"

"I'll try to be as careful as possible in the future." Yuan Mengshu glanced at him, remembering that he saved himself today, and he hadn't thanked him yet, so he said gratefully: "Thank you very much today." ”

"Do you mean morning or afternoon?" Imes tugged at the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Thank you." Yuan Mengshu lowered his eyes embarrassedly, whether it was in the morning or in the afternoon, it was thanks to him, although his expression looked so shameless.

****

At night, Yuan Mengshu's mobile phone rang.

She picked up her phone, glanced at the screen, and then threw it on the couch and ignored it.

After the phone rang dozens of times in a row, it finally stopped, and two minutes later, a message beep rang. She picked up her phone again and pressed the mailbox button.

Above is Wang Fengyi's words full of apologies: Mengshu, I'm sorry, my mother knows it's wrong, I'll never gamble again next time, forgive my mother, okay?

Yuan Mengshu had heard her say this sentence hundreds of times, and every time he said it, he was full of regret, and then he ran to gamble again within three days.

In this case, Yuan Mengshu will never believe it again.