Chapter 915: Tracking the Next Part (8)
She nodded, glanced at the back seat of the car, it was indeed full of people, it looked like a family of three, and Zuo Qing raised an eyebrow at him.
Well done.
Serenc was a little proud, and patted his chest proudly, it was the first time he was praised by this person.
I can't help but be happy.
In fact, he was also very curious about what the other party was going to do, but when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man standing in the corner of the corridor, his eyes crossed with astonishment, and those eyes he had seen were exactly the same as those that Zuo Qing had drawn with a computer.
He was so surprised, he looked at Zuo and said softly, "Zuo, maybe what you said is right, I should study Evan Modes's psychological notes, I really expect you to be the second Li Allen."
Zuo Nuan didn't know what they were talking about, and under Serank's greeting, she waved her hand lightly to Zuo and got into the car.
When the car drove away, it was so quiet that only the sound of rain remained.
Wen Li looked at the failure to take the order displayed on his mobile phone, the whole person was a little depressed, he bent down and scratched the swollen place bitten by the mosquito, until the blood came out of the body to feel more comfortable.
"Would you like to sit together?" Zuo Qing walked over and shook his phone at him, which showed that the order was successful, just twenty seconds ago.
The boy pursed his lips, feeling that his luck today was at the extreme, and he nodded after some struggle, he didn't know if there would be the next one if he missed this car.
She smiled, hiding the obscurity in her eyes well.
Three minutes later, a taxi pulled up at the door, with two people already sitting on it, both looking carpooling.
Wen Li didn't like congestion, but the current situation obviously had no choice, so he gritted his teeth and sat down.
There are three people sitting in the back row, in fact, it is not crowded, but at the moment the heavy rain is pouring, the road ahead is full of mist, the car is fast and slow, and the smell around is not good, revealing a smell of inferior tobacco and gasoline, like a long time has not passed the wind, the teenager almost hit the front seat several times due to the fierce brakes, his head is shaken dizzy, and the stomach is uncomfortable.
"What's wrong with you?" Zuo patted him on the back, "Are you okay?"
Wen Li leaned on the front seat, covered his mouth and nose, and shook his head.
"Did you get motion sickness?" She asked again.
He nodded, swallowing the nausea in his throat, "Kind of."
"Bear with me, it'll be there soon." Zuo Qing pulled the person into his arms, and the other person in the back seat had just gotten out of the car, and it was very spacious at the moment: "It will be more comfortable to lie down."
Wen Li's psychology was so uncomfortable, his face turned pale, his face was numb, and his chaotic brain was hit by the nausea in his stomach and he had no ability to think.
Before he knew it, he was placed on the back seat, his head resting on his left legs, and his temples were gently rubbed: "Is it more comfortable?"
The gentle voice brought back a shred of his senses, and the man smiled at him, and he was in a bit of a trance, and said with a pale face, "Much better, thank you."
Wen Li was just about to sit up, the driver braked suddenly, and he crashed straight into the other party's arms, his nose was filled with a faint pine fragrance, a reassuring smell, and the nausea seemed to be not so strong.
"Lie down a little longer, and you'll be there soon." Zuo Qing said to him.
The young man looked at her a little blankly, from his point of view, he could see the other party's cold chin, sharp outline, and not as easy-going as she herself showed, so she was frightening and real, after watching it for a long time, I couldn't tell which one was the real person.
People are changeable, Wen Li thought.
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I feel that if this continues, there will not be enough manuscripts for this month.
Recently, I thought that the book was coming to an end.