Seeing that it was indeed getting late, Yun Duo sat down in the front row obediently and stared at the front in depression.
"Fasten your seat belt." Zhan Aoze said calmly and started the car.
It was boring, Yunduo was speechless all the way, there was really nothing to say when she was with him, the atmosphere was so dull that she wanted to jump out immediately.
If Qin Yuhang was in the driver's seat, the two of them would have endless topics to talk about. They would talk about the mainstream of modern design and how to highlight their own design characteristics, or they might share the embarrassing things about each other when they got along.
Then laugh a lot.
All in all, it was very relaxing and fun.
But, what is there to talk about with him? It's so boring. If she doesn't talk for more than an hour, she, the "half-talkative" who was transformed by Xu Xue's chatty talker, will suffocate to death.
"Just say what you want to say, don't hold it in and get hurt internally." Zhan Aoze stared straight ahead, a sentence escaped from his thin lips.
Because both his parents died in a car accident, he was always very attentive when driving and rarely talked.
"Hey, how did you know I wanted to talk?" Yun Duo turned around and asked in surprise.
"You looked like you were hesitant to speak, and you knew everything with your little toes." While waiting for the red light, Zhan Aoze gave her a look that said, "Look at how stupid you are."
"I want to say it, but I can't find any suitable topic. Have you noticed that the two of us don't seem to have anything in common?" Yun Duo pursed her lips, hating the way he looked at fools, but she didn't say anything.
My mouth feels really uncomfortable.
She searched hard for topics to talk about, and suddenly remembered something she had wanted to ask for a long time: "That You Sisi and you..."
Just in the middle of his words, he was interrupted by the ringtone of Zhan Aoze's cell phone. Yunduo closed his mouth and watched him put on his earphones. A gentle and magnetic voice sounded: "Sisi, are you okay with calling me so early?"
Yun Duo angrily stared at Zhan Aoze's sexy opening and closing mouth: You Sisi, are you Cao Cao? Your phone number came as soon as I read your name.
You Sisi stood under the large floor-to-ceiling window of Room 2306 in Yaodu, looking at the black Mercedes-Benz license plate at the traffic light not far away. Her voice was mixed with some pain: "Brother Ze, are you back? I have a stomachache. It's very painful."