Within half an hour, the sandstorm roared away, and the rattling car body also calmed down.
There was silence all around.
"It's safe." Guan Tingjiao said softly.
Han Sen didn't answer. He looked at the front windshield in front of him. It was almost completely covered with sand and was completely dark.
He turned sideways and looked out the car window.
It was already late at night, and an unobstructed view of the stars could be seen through the blurry window.
Han Sen pressed the drive button, but there was no response.
He pushed the car door hard.
The next moment, the car door opened, and in an instant, the pile of sand that almost submerged the tires suddenly spilled in part of it.
What followed was a sudden drop in night temperatures.
The coldness that swept over him at this moment made Han Sen take a deep breath.
The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is too big, but Han Sen can still withstand it.
He jumped out of the car and after walking out of the car, he looked back and found that most of the car was covered in sand and dust.
Han Sen was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone and checked, but there was still no signal.
"It's over!"
Han Sen sighed.
At this time, Guan Tingjiao couldn't open the door next to her, so she raised her long legs, crossed the center console, and slowly knelt down from Han Sen's side of the car.
The graceful curves displayed all over her body are enough to make any man's mouth dry.
Unfortunately, Han Sen completely ignored it.
He frowned and asked, "Are there any tools in the trunk?"
Guan Tingjiao stood up, patted the sand on her body, straightened the messy hair on her forehead, and thought for a moment: "It seems like it...I don't know exactly, it's not my car."
When Han Sen heard this, he got straight into the car and stood in the back seat, looking back and digging.
Soon, a clanging sound was heard.
Good guy, there are all kinds of tomb robbing equipment such as Luoyang shovels and shovels, as well as some fishing rods and other fishing equipment. All of them are as new as new, and the hangtags on some products have not been taken off yet.
All that's left is the binding rope.
Han Sen looked at Guan Tingjiao suspiciously.
Are you not preparing these things for me, Han Sen?
Guan Tingjiao shook her head and waved her hand, and explained again: "The car was lent to me by a female entrepreneur friend."
Han Sen didn't ask any questions, picked up the shovel and Luoyang shovel and got out of the car, and handed the Luoyang shovel to Guan Tingjiao.
Guan Tingjiao was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"It's so late now. Is there any signal? Who knows when we can wait for rescue? The car is buried so deep, you can't let me dig it out alone, right?" Han Sen said angrily: "Don't contemporary societies pay attention to equality between men and women?
"
Guan Tingjiao bit her lip and took the Luoyang shovel with her green-on-green fingers, looking aggrieved and helpless.
"Miss..."
Han Sen looked at her like this and sighed slightly: "Just rest next to you, I will do it myself."
After saying that, Han Sen put on protective gloves, found some protective panels from the carriage, grabbed a shovel and started shoveling sand.
The temperature was very low in the middle of the night. Han Sen was working, but he didn't feel cold at all. He was even sweating a little. The sweat on his forehead evaporated into bursts of white smoke under the cold temperature. Guan Tingjiao next to him was stunned. Soon she also
After waking up, he picked up a tissue and stepped forward to help Han Sen wipe his sweat.
Han Sen subconsciously dodged: "What?"
Guan Tingjiao paused, then slowly handed the tissue in her hand to Han Sen, and said calmly: "Here you go."
Han Sen came back to his senses, glanced at her, took the tissue without saying a word, wiped his sweat, then picked up the shovel and continued digging the hole.
It took a full two hours of digging before the sand piles in front and behind the car could be cleared and leveled. During this period, Guan Tingjiao passed water and paper towels from time to time, and frequently wanted to say something to Han Sen, but
Han Sen remained silent.
Fuck, it really doesn’t hurt to stand and talk.
After digging out the sand pile, Han Sen punched his slightly sore arm, and then without saying a word, he laid out a few protective boards in front of and behind the four wheels.
Immediately afterwards, he jumped into the car, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and heard a roar. The tall off-road vehicle flew into the sky, bringing up a cloud of sand and dust, and rushed to the flat ground.
Han Sen patted the steering wheel hard and said with a smile: "Done!"
Looking back at Guan Tingjiao: "What are you doing standing still? Get in the car!"
Guan Tingjiao pointed to the endless starry sky that was not covered by high-rise buildings: "Don't you think this scenery is beautiful?"
"It's indeed beautiful, but now I just want to take a bath and have a good sleep."
Han Sen looked at the stars in the sky above his head, and his eyes flashed with surprise, but he couldn't help but stepped on the accelerator. The huge roar seemed to vent his dissatisfaction.
After waiting for a while, Guan Tingjiao finally came over reluctantly, opened the car door, and sat on the passenger seat.
Han Sen didn't even think about it. After fastening his seat belt, he stepped on the accelerator and ran towards the place he found.
"This is the last time."
Han Sen said while driving the vehicle: "No one has the responsibility to pay for your willfulness."
"I just want to find someone to talk to me for a while."
"You can't talk on the phone."
"..."
Guan Tingjiao stopped talking and lowered her head to fiddle with the tissue in her hand.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Han Sen looked at the road ahead and said, "I remember telling you not long ago that the former Asen is dead, and the current Asen has nothing to do with you."
"You don't have to think too much, I just treat you as a friend."
Guan Tingjiao seemed to have caught a cold and sniffed: "Why, is it so difficult for friends to meet each other?"
Han Sen stopped talking.
He actually doesn't hate Guan Tingjiao, after all, no one would hate such a beautiful girl.
But Han Sen, who knew all about his predecessor's past experiences, really didn't like Guan Tingjiao.
The reason why I am able to come here is almost inextricably related to Guan Tingjiao.
but.
It’s hard to say right or wrong for a girl to give up this relationship for her own good, for her ideals, or for other reasons.
From Han Sen's perspective at this moment, it was just a choice.
It’s hard to say how Ah Sen treated Guan Tingjiao in the past.
That's all in the past.
The day Han Sen came here, the past was sealed and gone with the wind.
Today's Han Sen doesn't want to be involved in his predecessor's relationship.
It's too troublesome and too tiring.
Even less interested.
If Guan Tingjiao hadn't revealed a sense of rejection and loneliness on the phone, which made Han Sen instinctively worried, he wouldn't have come all the way to the Western Region to meet Guan Tingjiao.
Now it seems that Guan Tingjiao just had a temporary outbreak of depression that is difficult to resolve.
This led to today's impulsive behavior.
People working in the entertainment industry are under great pressure, especially when they are at the center of a storm. It is easier to make headlines on the Internet one morning.
Nowadays, because of "Sen Jiao Lian", Guan Tingjiao has been violently trolled online by countless orchid fans and passers-by, as well as fans of Clover itself.
Therefore, Han Sen understood Guan Tingjiao's behavior of coming to the Western Region without saying a word and hiding it from everyone.
However, he did not approve of such behavior.
This is too dangerous.
Especially for a well-known and beautiful actress.
Han Sen couldn't imagine the consequences.
He couldn't bear the inner condemnation brought about by this consequence, so he came here as soon as possible.
However, now it seems that I have overthought it.
Guan Tingjiao didn't have that kind of determination in her eyes. She couldn't be a thorn bird, crashing into the thorn tree without hesitation. Therefore, she could never go to the step she imagined.