Sister Ping heard the sound of leather shoes and came out happily: "Have you eaten?"
"Make me some simple porridge." Leng Yan put his hand on his stomach as he spoke.
He drank a lot of wine on an empty stomach and suffered from stomach problems.
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Sister Ping walked into the kitchen and was stopped by Leng Yan again: "Where's Wen Nuan? I didn't see her car in the garage."
Sister Ping said lovingly: "I haven't come back yet. I called her in the evening and said I would come back later after having dinner with my friends. It's past ten o'clock now. She should be back. I'll give her a call."
"Sister Ping, I've already returned. It's just that the tire blew out on the way. There is a spare tire in the car, but I can't change it. Sister Ping, I'm waiting for the tow truck, you don't have to wait for me."
The phone was put on speakerphone by Leng Yan, and a warm voice came over. The usually energetic voice was now full of helplessness.
It was very late at night, and this was a relatively remote road. There were no cars along the way, which left her at a loss.
Leng Yan frowned slightly, winked at Sister Ping, and whispered, "Ask her where she is now."
Nuan Nuan stood outside the car, looking at the car that couldn't move, shaking her head and sighing. The night wind was blowing, and she couldn't help shivering as she had very few clothes with her.
Wen Nuan could only go back to the car and sit down. When he took out his phone and wanted to make another call, his phone was dead.
"The house leaks only when it rains continuously."
Frowning bitterly, he leaned his head on the seat, feeling increasingly confused.
Leng Yan parked the car and walked towards her car step by step.
Looking at her curled up on the car seat, her delicate little face was lowered, her bright eyes were closed at this time, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, maybe because of the cold, the two newspapers covering her body almost slid to the seat.
.He felt soft in his heart and felt a faint feeling of distress.
After everything was like this, she was able to sleep. Fortunately, there was some ventilation through the car windows. Otherwise, if no one came, it would be strange if she kept sleeping like this and nothing happened.
"Puncture?"
The low voice startled Wen Nuan, and she slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him, rubbing her eyes over and over again, with complicated eyes: "Why is it you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Leng Yan asked.
"You know it's my car?" Wen Nuan asked in a low voice, opened the door and got out of the car.
"I'm not blind."
He snorted disdainfully and took out the wrench and other tools from the trunk. Leng Yan looked at her and said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go get the flashlight."
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There will be another update later, around nine o'clock