Guan Qiyou pushed Shao Junyan away again, walked to his Bugatti, waved his hand somewhat helplessly, then got in, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, quickly turned the car around, and performed a series of actions in one go.
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When the car erupted with a huge roar and drove away from Shao Junyan, Shao Junyan could only look at the back of his good friend, shake his head and sigh.
He knew that if Guan Qiyou didn't accept something, no matter what he said, it would be useless. Forget it, just call him later to see if he got home safely. How could he not understand Guan Qiyou after being a good friend for so many years?
Yu's temperament.
The lively streets of Hong Kong seemed desolate and quiet late at night. The cool wind blew against his face, blowing Guan Qiyou's forehead hair, elegant and flamboyant. His expression was cold, his thin lips were pursed, and the car was driving smoothly.
Extremely fast.
At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to return to the Guan family villa as soon as possible.
He didn't know why he had such thoughts, but his eagerness made him step on the accelerator harder. Maybe only when he returned there could he feel relaxed, even though he
He didn't want to admit why he was like this, but he had to face his urgency at the moment.
The car finally arrived at the Guan family villa. Guan Qiyou almost couldn't wait to stop, and then strode in.
He went upstairs in two or three steps, but when he reached the second floor, he suddenly relaxed deliberately. He didn't know why he was so careful, but it came from his heart. His actions were completely
His heart rules.
Step by step he approached, and when he finally stood at the door of Xuewei's room, Guan Qiyou stared at the door. He didn't know, at this moment, was she inside? Was she already asleep? Who was she after such a long journey?
Did she come back? How did she come back? For a moment, Guan Qiyou was entangled. He even regretted his impulse during the day. He shouldn't have just thrown her on the road like that. There were really few people there. What if...
Guan Qiyou shook his head vigorously, forcing himself not to think about it. He kept comforting himself that she would be fine. Even if something really happened, wouldn't it be exactly what he wanted? He hated her, hated her
Sister, these two sisters are exactly the same, even if something happens, it will be her retribution. He should be happy, he should be happy.
But why was he lingering at the door of her room, unable to move away? What did he want to know? What did he want to do? He felt that he was crazy, completely crazy.
Holding his hands tightly, Guan Qiyou narrowed his eyes, turned around fiercely, and forced himself to stride away.
The room between him and Xuewei was not far apart, but the distance between these few steps actually became so long under his feet.
Finally standing at the door of his room, the moment Guan Qiyou opened the door, a soft and watery voice sounded from behind him, "Qiyou..."
In an instant, Guan Qiyou's back stiffened and he was unable to move.
How could he not know who this voice was? He knew it too well.
But, shouldn't she be in her father's arms at this time? Why did she appear here? And why did she stop him? What on earth was she going to do in this silent night?
Guan Qiyou's hands hanging on his sides slowly retracted again. He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and stared at the soft figure in the shadow...