Ding Xinyi and Tao Xiaoyuan were still asleep, and Yin Qingran didn't want to wake them up, so she tried to lighten her movements.

Quickly washed up, changed clothes, picked up the bag, walked downstairs, looked down at the time on the phone, it was 8:40 soon, fortunately not too slow.

Yue Fan didn't expect her to come out so soon, looking at Yin Qingran walking in the distance, a soft light blue loose T-shirt, smoke gray high-waisted straight-leg pants, and the bottom of the top tucked at the waist.

Consistently fresh and concise, with a thin waist and long legs, pleasing to the eye.

The soft natural curls are draped over her shoulders, and she is very flowing when she walks, and it is rare to see her hair scattered so casually.

It is estimated that she was busy just now and didn't have time to comb it carefully, so she added a little soft style.

Yue Fan straightened up with a smile in his eyes, said hello, opened the co-pilot's door, and then turned back to the main driver.

Many of the students passing by noticed this scene and were envious.

Yin Qingran sat in, fastened her seat belt, and just saw him standing in the car waiting for her, she was a little embarrassed, she was more than ten minutes late anyway, and explained softly: "I went to bed early last night and forgot to set the alarm clock."

She slept too well and sometimes misunderstood, and her grandmother and aunt often teased her for being a "master of awakening".

Yin Qingran belongs to the kind of person who sleeps when he wants, especially when he relaxes, he can sleep better.

I remember that when my grandfather was still alive, I was worried that her blood was sticky, and my grandmother was very unhappy, saying that it was a blessing to have a good night's sleep, and my grandfather was an old Western doctor and did not want to listen to my grandmother's Chinese medicine theory.

So he quietly took her to the hospital for various examinations, and the results were normal.

Grandpa was afraid that she would tell her grandmother, and bought a lot of toys to gag her.

She is well aware of her snooze habits, and even if she wakes up with her biological clock many times, she still has to set an alarm just in case.

But after the exam yesterday morning, I turned off the alarm clock that I usually get up early.

If it weren't for Yue Fan's call, she would have been able to sleep for at least two hours.

"It's okay, I've just arrived." Yue Fan glanced at Yin Qingran beside him, and then started the car.

"Anyone else?" Seeing the body moving forward, Yin Qingran asked casually, I heard him say yesterday that there were many people and few cars, and now there are only two of them in the car.

"The others have already gone over with the ingredients, there were only four cars, but this morning another one was temporarily grabbed, and everyone scattered away, and now it is just me and you." Yue Fan said, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and then turned on the car music.

The streetscape outside the window slides, and the sparse branches and leaves on the side of the road cut the sunlight into pieces of sequins of irregular shapes, obediently rubbing the body, reflecting the quiet light and shadow.

The prelude to the music sounded slowly, Yin Qingran couldn't help but hook her lips and chuckle, hearing that it was "I Am You", a melodious and indifferent love song, which was the style she liked very much, with a soothing and comfortable sense of rhythm.

I remember hearing a lot of English songs at my grandmother's house when I was a child, and I would occasionally hum along.

Her grandmother is British-Chinese, and her grandmother is French-Chinese, and both of them have a rough background.

The two sat in the car, accompanied by music, and the feeling of being quiet came spontaneously.

Several foreign language songs have been played, either cheerful or melodious, and they are all in her favorite genre, and it seems that the owner's taste is quite similar to her.

She didn't know who the owner of the classic black Audi R8 was, but she guessed that the car should have been rented or borrowed.

The speed of the car is not too fast, accompanied by beautiful music, the two chatted easily.

Yue Fan told Yin Qingran that the place they were going to this time was in the southern suburbs, near Xiaoling Mountain, a small private club called 'Huanshi', which was a venue for his relatives to help find, no rental fees, and the environment was not bad, with entertainment facilities and lounges, so everyone could relax and play.