Zhao Wanru's words stopped abruptly, and it took her a long time to react, her eyes fixed on the beautiful figure not far away, her pupils shrank slightly.
Su Sibo has already walked out.
Zhao Wanru thought for a while, and then followed suit, her eyes fell on the car at the door without blinking.
Li Yun got out of the car, and greeted him lightly through the window, "Thank you."
"If you come over, send me a WeChat message. If you want to come and have a meal, you are also welcome."
Ye Hannian didn't get out of the car, the window was half down, his voice was deep and cold, with a hint of coaxing.
Hearing this, between Li Yun's cold brows, the end of his eyes raised a little, "Okay."
The chef at Ye Hannian's family was quite up to her taste.
Under the cold street lights, Ye Hannian turned the steering wheel, turned the front of the car, the Maybach's taillights flashed, and merged into the traffic flow.
When Zhao Wanru rushed out in a hurry, she was slapped in the face by the exhaust of the car.
The people in the car can only see a vague outline.
There is also the arrogant license plate number under the street lamp, Imperial Capital: 888888.
She half covered her mouth and nose, coughed twice, and then pretended to be casual and said: "Yunyun, who is the person who sent you back just now?"
"I don't know." Li Yun was still holding the pillow in his hand, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wanru, with a cold expression on his face, and a casual tone, "Hit the wind."
"How could this tens of millions of top luxury cars be a free ride!" Zhao Wanru exclaimed, and wanted to say something, but Su Sibo who was behind had already caught up.
Su Sibo is middle-aged, and he likes to eat again, and he is gaining weight day by day.
After running a few steps, he was already panting slightly, his face was flushed, and his voice was quite serious, "Yunyun, don't take a ride in the future, it's not safe."
Li Yun took a look at Su Sibo, and responded lightly, "En."
She put one hand in her pocket and held the pillow in the other. Her posture looked extremely perfunctory, and she walked directly to the villa without saying much.
"What is this pillow?" Su Sibo pointed, his expression blank for a moment, "Do you not like the pillows at home?"
Liyun didn't nod or shake his head, but replied: "It's okay."
There is no more words.
It doesn't matter what pillow it is, it doesn't make much difference to her.
But the pillows in Ye Han years are different.
good smell.
she likes.
Su Sibo lowered his eyes, looked up and down the mysterious pillow.
He frowned a little.
This pillowcase is dark gray, with traces of patterns swirling, how it looks like a man's bedding.
Su Sibo wanted to ask clearly, but seeing Li Yun's lukewarm attitude, he forcibly held back the words in his mouth.
When he turned his head, he found that Zhao Wanru was still standing there in a daze, staring at the distance, wondering what she was thinking.
"What's the matter?" Su Sibo pushed Zhao Wanru's arm, followed her gaze, and quickly retracted it in just a few seconds.
There are only a few scattered pedestrians on the road, and the occasional speeding car, nothing special.
Zhao Wanru's side face was tense, "The car that sent Yunyun back just now is not an ordinary car, but the license plate number of the imperial capital, and it is six eight."
Su Sibo didn't pay attention to the car that brought Li Yun back.
Hearing Zhao Wanru's mention at this time, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and sighed in a low voice: "Nowadays, rich people are quite good at living."
"" The expression on Zhao Wanru's face was slightly stiff, and a light flashed quickly in her long and narrow eyes.
Only people like Su Sibo who foolishly believed in Liyun would really think that it was a free ride.
Zhao Wanru didn't see it clearly because it was a little far away just now, but she also vaguely saw the vague silhouette of the man inside the car.
She chuckled inwardly.
A wealthy man and a beautiful woman, what possible intersection could there be?