Xiaoxiao was not stupid. Of course he knew that this sentence was an order to expel guests, so he hurriedly said: "Thank you, Mr. Han."
Arriving at the parking lot, Xiaoxiao was about to walk towards Han Murphy's Aston Martin One-77, but he grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask the driver to bring the car over."
"Isn't there only two seats in the Aston Martin One-77? How can three people sit there?" Xiaoxiao asked in confusion.
Han Murphy glanced at her lightly and said, "Only Bazi drives a sports car while at work."
The implication is that she, Su Xiaoxiao, is a complete badass.
"I'd rather be laughed at if I could drive an Aston Martin One-77 to work. Mr. Han, you're out. Nowadays, it's popular to go your own way and let others be jealous." She, Su Xiaoxiao, has never been someone to be bullied.
"Oh, is it true? It seems that Miss Su is not even good enough to be a bad guy. I really looked down on you just now."
Han Murphy's tone and expression when he speaks are always so gentle and gentle.
But his words were like sharp swords all the time, stabbing Xiaoxiao to the point where she felt uncomfortable.
With a "Huh-" sound, she turned away and ignored Han Murphy.
When the car came, the driver opened the door and let Xiaoxiao get in first.
After driving a certain distance, Han Murphy began to speak: "Now, I want to go to the Pudong office to work. You have two options. a. Find a bus stop that can go directly to your home or school and get off. b. Wait for the driver to pick me up.
I'll send it to you after I deliver it to the office."
Xiaoxiao hated the man talking to her in such a tone, making him the emperor and she the captive wife and concubine, "Can I choose c? Get off the car here!"
To her surprise, Han Murphy was not angry, but smiled and said: "Okay, no problem. Old Liu can stop somewhere casually, Miss Su wants to get off."
As soon as the car stopped, Han Murphy opened the door for Xiaoxiao, asked her to get out of the car, and then left without even saying goodbye.
Countless mud kicked up by the wheels splashed all over her body.
She stood there angrily and greeted all eight generations of Han Murphy's ancestors.
After scolding, she remembered that she should look at the mobile phone in her bag.
When I took it out, I found that my phone had been set to vibrate. There were 68 missed calls on it, 2 of which were from my mother and 66 from Wei Ya.
She had been missing for two days. If her parents knew that she was alone in a room with a man, they had to strip her skin and cramp her muscles.