She shook her head, raised her eyes, and looked at the place where she was staying at this time.
You can't even take a taxi.
After walking for a long time, Xia Ximo finally felt so tired that her whole body ached and couldn't walk any further. Looking at the villa area halfway up the mountain, Xia Ximo took a deep breath and didn't know when a car would arrive.
If there was a car, she would just get into someone else's car and get off first.
After watching for a long time, no car came, and her feet were already in excruciating pain.
At this moment, she was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, with high heels on her feet and an evening dress on her body. She really couldn't leave like this anymore.
After thinking for a long time, she shook her head. If she continued walking, her legs would be broken.
It's better to call that woman Lan Bao'er to pick her up!
But just as she was about to make a call, Xia Ximo saw a modified limited edition Bentley driving over from a distance. When she saw the car, her eyes lit up and she stopped the car.
It's so far away, what should Xiao Tiantian do if he asks Bao'er to pick him up?
So she hurriedly stopped her. Any car that drove out of this damn place would cost tens of millions.
This is just like a car owned by rich people, it’s just different from TMD’s.
Mercedes-Benz and BMW are not worth mentioning at all.
Suddenly a woman rushed out, causing the man driving the car to brake suddenly, almost hitting the woman. He frowned, who was she?
Before he could react, Xia Ximo watched his car stop, hurriedly walked over and patted his car window.
The man inside rolled down the window, looked at her, and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"
Just after he said that, he looked at the woman in front of him and was slightly startled. Subconsciously, he frowned and widened his eyes. This woman looks so familiar. Is she Ximo?
Subconsciously, he picked up the wallet anxiously and looked at the photos in the wallet. Even though he had remembered it thousands of times and it was very clear in his mind, at this time, he was still afraid of forgetting.
I picked up my wallet and wanted to confirm whether it was genuine or fake.