Jing Haohao calmly nodded to Liangchen and said "yes" without any intention of telling him who the gift was for.
Liangchen drove the car for a while without squinting. Finally, he was defeated. He turned his head to Jinghao and asked, "Who is it for?"
I finally asked...
Jinghao laughed heartily, thinking that he already knew what the gift was. If he told him who it was for, then it would take him so long to choose the gift. It really wouldn't mean that much on Christmas day. So he shook his head at Liangchen, frowned and said, "I won't tell you."
In fact, there are not many men that Jing Haohao knows, and the only one who can let her give him a shirt, besides Shen Liangnian, is him.
In the recent period, he had hardly seen any contact between Jing Haohao and Shen Liangnian. He had a little confidence in his heart that this gift was probably given to him.
But he thought about the ten years that Jing Haohao and Shen Liangnian had spent, and that after Shen Liangnian went to find Jing Haohao in the middle of the night, Jing Haohao became so lost, and he was not so confident in his heart.
Liangchen didn't know when Jinghao Hao would give out the gift, so he revealed the answer.
But when he thought that there was a 50% chance that this gift was for Shen Liangnian, Liangchen's mood became heavy. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jing Haohao from time to time, every time. He opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to speak but was hesitant to speak.
Jing Haohao took in Liangchen's reaction completely, raised his hand to cover the corners of his lips slightly, and couldn't help but laugh.
There was silence in the car. Because of that gift, Liangchen's attention on driving became a little unfocused. When he turned onto the road where the stadium was located, he almost chased the car in front of him.
Jing Haohao leaned forward slightly because of Liangchen's emergency braking, then took out a dried fruit from the bag in his hand and stuffed it into Liangchen's mouth: "Drive well."
Liangchen didn't speak, he stared straight ahead and drove the car skillfully. It seemed that he was really driving well, but his mind had already drifted far away.
As he was about to approach the stadium, Liangchen's cell phone rang. Jing took a good look at it. It was Miss Su. It should be something happened in the company.
But when I was driving on a good day, I always looked indifferent to those ringing bells.
Jing Haohao couldn't help but raise his hand and patted Liangchen on the shoulder: "Phone."
Only then did Liangchen regain his thoughts, glanced at the three missed calls displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, and continued to raise his head and look straight ahead without any reaction.
"Aren't you going to call me back?"
"Didn't you say you should drive well?"
Jing Haohao suddenly became speechless.
The car parked steadily in the parking lot of the stadium. When Liangchen released the handbrake, he glanced at the gift again through the rearview mirror out of habit. Feeling upset in his heart, he turned his head and said "We're here" to Jing. Then he pushed open the car door and took a step forward. Only then did he realize that he had not unbuckled his seat belt.
Liangchen frowned and turned around, pulled out the seat belt, then opened the rear door, took out Jing Haohao's scarf and hat, and his fingers happened to touch the paper bag containing the shirt.
