All in all, I'm just annoyed. I'm annoyed when I think about her, and I'm annoyed when I see her.
So how did she manage to make people bored just thinking about her?
He turned around and looked at her again. She didn't have a head or six arms, her eyebrows were eyebrows, and her eyes were eyes. How could she be so irritating?
Why did Chen Ning feel that there was suddenly a gloomy resentment next to her. On this suburban road, it was dark outside the car window, with only the car lights in front of her shining on it. The atmosphere couldn't be described as weird.
She was more nervous than before.
"Chen Ning, come back." Song Jingye called her again abruptly, with a very bad tone.
"Yes." She replied immediately. It was better to speak than not to speak.
"You haven't answered me what I just said. Putting aside things like responsibilities, we are friends, right?"
"Yes, we are friends." Chen Ning responded, her attention focused on the window, which was still surrounded by mountains. The fog was gradually rising at night, and the road ahead was not as clear as before.
Seeing her absent-minded answer, Song Jingye became even more angry. Couldn't she be more serious when talking to him?
"Uncle, let's listen to some music."
Song Jingye had no choice but to open the music software. Chen Ning looked back at the song list. There was nothing good about it. There was not a single song that could be listened to. They must have been songs that came with the software.
"Don't you usually listen?"
"Do not listen."
"Then let's listen to the traffic announcement." As she said that, she moved forward to the front screen to search for channels. There was something better in the car.
Song Jingye saw that she did it on purpose and didn't want to talk to him. He felt even more annoyed. He shouldn't have come back just now and let her take the bus back. How busy is the bus?
Song Jingye remained silent and stopped talking.
Chen Ning listened to the radio. The two hosts were chatting and joking. The strange and resentful atmosphere in the car was much diluted. She leaned on the back of the passenger seat, feeling a little tired. During this meeting, she followed Zhang
The teacher has been busy for almost a month, and today it is finally over. I felt a lot more relaxed. I leaned there and fell asleep without realizing it, forgetting Song Jingye's existence.
The car gradually returned to the flat road from the mountainous road. The road was wide and there were street lights on the roadside. Only then could Song Jingye free up his energy to see her.
I saw that she was sleeping deeply with her eyes closed, and she really didn't have any defensive intentions. This way, it didn't make people so angry.
He slowed down his driving speed, turned down the annoying traffic radio, and drove all the way to the city. Occasionally when the radio host stopped talking, he could hear the even breathing of the person next to him while sleeping.
How deeply did you sleep?
Chen Ning didn't know how long she had slept for, but she suddenly woke up because her body felt weightless.
When she woke up, she saw a shadow covering her body. The man's body was almost close to her body, and a familiar breath lingered on the tip of her nose.
She pushed him: "What are you doing?"
Song Jingye was pushed by her, his hands quickly placed on both sides of her seat, and now the distance was even closer.
Chen Ning was confused and leaned back. She would not misunderstand what Song Jingye would do to her while she was sleeping. He should avoid her.
But this posture is easily misunderstood.
Song Jingye: "Seeing that you are not sleeping comfortably, I will move your seat back a little."
After he said this, Chen Ning realized that she seemed to be half lying back. No wonder she felt weightless just now.
And he was holding his hands on both sides of her seat, leaning over to look at her.
The distance was too close. She turned away and looked out the window. She was already downstairs in her apartment.
Song Jingye also coughed slightly, stood up with a little force on his hands, and sat upright in his seat.