He raised his head and finally looked at the rearview mirror.
The car hit the car coming out of the parking space.
The owner of that car, the man in the coat just now, got out of the car and stood where his car was scratched to check the damage to his car.
Vanilla unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.
Holding the place where her forehead was hit with one hand, she walked to the back of the car and checked the condition of her car first.
The taillight of the car was damaged in a crash, and the paint was peeled off. Needless to say, the car was completely unrecognizable.
When she turned to look at the car that was hit, it seemed that the injuries were not as serious as her car.
Okay okay okay.
Finally she looked up at the owner of the car that was hit.
The man was half a head taller than her, with a pair of round glasses, curly hair, fair skin and a tall nose, which reminded her of Harry Potter.
He has slender eyebrows, his eyes are not big but rather long, his lips are slightly pursed, and his brows are slightly furrowed, and you can't tell what his emotions are.
Maybe it's not the calm before the storm, Vanilla thought to herself.
She must now take the initiative, admit her mistakes, and ask for forgiveness.
So she curved her lips and smiled, "Sir, I'm sorry, I've been looking for a parking space here for a long time, but I couldn't find it. Seeing that you were about to leave, and the latecomers wanted to take over, I was in a hurry..."
As she spoke, she pointed to the car parked behind her with a simple and honest smile.
What she told was the truth, not false at all.
She often flatters people, but she rarely talks about lies, basically not at all.
"It's okay." The man replied in a calm tone, his lips slightly curved, revealing a gentleman's smile.
Vanilla turned around and went to the car to get her business card. She handed it to the man with both hands, "This is my business card. The repair fee..."
The main responsibility for this matter lies with her, and she cannot refuse it.
She still understands the principle of leniency for those who confess and severity for those who resist.
The man glanced at the business card in Vanilla's hand and smiled, "You can take insurance."
"I'm so sorry." Vanilla put down the hand touching her forehead and looked at the man in front of her with an apologetic look.
Men with such gentlemanly demeanor are really rare these days.
In addition to tears of gratitude, she also had some appreciation.
After all, in such a complex society, she was lucky to meet a generous victim when she encountered such a thing.
Otherwise, if we don’t spend money on this matter today, it will definitely take a long time.
"Your head, go find ice cubes and treat it." Lu Jun looked at the swollen spot on Vanilla's forehead and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
What happened today? This happened twice.
Just now, I accidentally got a lady's forehead decorated in a restaurant. After a while, another one appeared.
"Thank you, thank you." Vanilla bent down and nodded, thanking her repeatedly.
He regarded the man in front of him as a living Buddha.
Damn, he hit his car and he didn't seek compensation from her, but still cared about her injuries. This kind of person is unique in the world.
"Vanilla..." Lu Jun muttered Vanilla's name.
Vanilla looked up and frowned in confusion, "Huh?"
Then he asked curiously, "Sir, how do you know my name?"
I have to say, Vanilla Girl is really pretty sexy sometimes.
She held her business card in front of others and asked them how they knew her name.
Lu Lu smiled slightly, pointed to the business card in her hand, and said with a meaningful smile, "I'm very curious about the personality of the president of a leading domestic online game company."
