Feng Chen put the mobile phone in the storage box between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, he was addicted to smoking, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but considering that there was Song Zhiyue in the car, he got out of the car to smoke.

Before getting out of the car, he deliberately started the stalled car and said to Song Zhiyue in the passenger seat: "You listen to the music first." ”

Song Zhiyue nodded, turned on the music, lowered the window on her side, and the spring sun fell on her body, with a comfortable laziness.

After about twenty minutes, Wen Mei came out of it elegantly and luxuriously holding a brand-name bag.

Feng Chen hadn't gotten into the car yet, so he opened the back door for her.

Lying on the car window, listening to music, Song Zhiyue, who was basking in the sun, was about to fall asleep, and when she heard the sound of the car door closing, she woke up abruptly.

Wen Mei, who was sitting in the car, said: "It's not too troublesome to come all the way to pick me up." ”

Feng Chen didn't say a word, turned the car door and rushed to the hotel.

There was no traffic jam on the road, and I got to the hotel smoothly.

The car stopped at the door of the hotel, Song Zhiyue and Wen Mei got out of the car, sealed the dust and went to park.

Song Zhiyue looked at Wen Mei, hesitated, and shouted at her, "Mom." ”

Wen Mei didn't give her a face like before, or angrily and sharply asked her not to call herself like this.

She nodded and headed towards the hotel.

Song Zhiyue was a little surprised, and hurriedly followed after hesitation.

Last night, Feng Chen and Wen Mei told her the time and place by phone, so Wen Mei knew which box it was.

After she told the waiter the name of the box, the waiter took the two of them to the box first.

Wen Mei thought that she had been delayed for so long, and Song's father and Song's mother had already arrived, but when she pushed open the door of the box, there was no one inside.

She frowned, walked over and sat down, placing her bag next to her.

Song Zhiyue sat down across from her, and the waiter poured them tea before withdrawing.

In the huge box, neither of them spoke, and it was silent.

Wen Mei drank tea elegantly, with a luxurious momentum on her body.

Song Zhiyue felt like a fool sitting dry, so he took out his mobile phone to play.

A few minutes later, Feng Dust entered the box, breaking the eerie atmosphere.

Wen Mei put down the teacup in her hand: "Ah Chen, why haven't they come yet?" ”

"It's already on the way." Feng Chen sat down beside Song Zhiyue.

Wen Mei frowned, didn't she say that it was eleven o'clock?

She deliberately delayed for more than an hour, and now it's almost half past eleven, and she's still on the way?

She was a little angry in her heart, these people's shelves were even bigger than her!

Song Zhiyue opened the tableware in front of Feng Chen, took out a cup from it, and poured her a cup of tea.

Thinking that Wen Mei's cup should be empty, she got up and walked up to Wen Mei, filled her glass, and sat back in her seat.

The longer she waited, Wen Mei's face became worse and worse.

If it weren't for the fear that Feng Chen would regret not returning to Feng's house, she would really want to get up and leave!

Wen Mei didn't come willingly, and after waiting for so long, she didn't see Song's father and Song's mother coming, so she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart: "They can't come yet?" ”

"What's the hurry?" Feng Chen took a sip of tea slowly, with a nonchalant face.

Song Zhiyue glanced at Wen Mei's ugly face, then looked at Feng Chen, picked up the mobile phone on the table and prepared to call her parents and ask them where they went.

Feng Chen guessed what she was going to do, but he grabbed her and sat down, and said in a mellow voice: "Wait." ”