Neon lights flashed on the road at night. It was still early and although there was no traffic jam on the road, there were still many cars.
Pan Xichen looked at the man next to him with suspicion: "Why don't you ask me where I live?"
"Oh, where do you live?" Fred curled his lips and asked.
But why did Pan Xichen feel that he seemed to be indifferent whether he asked or not?
After obediently reporting her home address, she stopped talking and tilted her head to one side, watching the pedestrians and low-energy cars on the roadside being left behind one after another.
When Fred saw that she was silent, he opened the car window slightly, and the cool autumn night wind immediately flowed into the car, making people feel refreshing.
Pan Xichen narrowed her eyes slightly, her hair fluttering in the wind, and the cool and comfortable feeling made her close her eyes comfortably.
While driving, Fred turned his eyes to look at her from time to time. Under the neon lights, her fair face and flying hair made her whole person look fresher and brighter.
If he wasn't driving, he would really be unable to take his eyes away.
Soon, the car stopped downstairs of her house according to the instructions of the navigation system.
This is an old-fashioned public housing complex. When the doorman on duty saw this valuable sports car driving in, his eyes widened.
Feeling the wind stop, Xichen opened his eyes and asked in confusion: "Uh...are we here?"
"Yeah." Fred nodded affirmatively, and then the two got out of the car together.
"Thank you for sending me back. Goodbye."
Pan Xichen obviously didn't want to say anything more, and even, for some reason, her heart would beat uncontrollably as soon as she met his eyes.
"Won't you invite me to come up and sit down?" Fred asked quickly before she went upstairs.
"Well...that's not good, it's getting late." Pan Xichen was obviously a little reluctant.
"I heard that Chinese people are very hospitable to their guests. Is this how you treat your guests?"
Fred raised his eyebrows and pointed the seriousness of the matter directly at all Chinese people.
When Pan Xichen heard this, the little patriotic element in his heart began to beat uneasily. He immediately raised his head and solemnly defended the dignity of all Chinese people: "Who said I am not enthusiastic about hospitality? It's only eight o'clock. If you don't dislike it,
Please come up and have a cup of tea."
"Okay." Fred agreed quickly, and when Xichen wasn't paying attention, a smile that showed success appeared on Jun's face.
