Look good

What caught my eyes was Lao Zhao's fat face.

Old Zhao was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at Qiao Xing with his head poked out like he was looking crazy: "Why are you walking the winding mountain road alone? Are you playing autistic?"

Qiao Xing: "?"

What about people?

What about that person?

He remembered that familiar scent clearly, it was impossible to smell it wrong, even if he smelled it wrong, the sound shouldn't be...

"Get in the car." The gentle male voice just now sounded again, and Qiao Xing turned his gaze to the passenger seat dully.

I saw a thin middle-aged man sitting on the passenger seat, a veteran figure in the circle, Uncle Ji.

...not that person.

Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to look inside the car, only to see that there were only Uncle Ji, the driver, and Lao Zhao in the car.

He heard it wrong, he was hallucinating.

There is no such person at all.

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and Qiao Xing suddenly became depressed.

Old Zhao saw that he was in a daze for a while and didn't answer, he was a little confused: "Qiao Xing, Uncle Ji asked you to get in the car, but you should say something..."

"... Oh." Qiao Xing responded a little too late.

There is no reason to continue walking when there is a car.

He bowed slightly to Uncle Ji, "Thank you, Uncle Ji, for your trouble."

"You're welcome."

After opening the door and getting in the car, the familiar scent of snowgrass wafted from Uncle Ji's direction again.

Qiao Xing suddenly realized dully that it was the smell of some kind of perfume.

It's ridiculous to think about it.

After so many years, he didn't even know what kind of perfume that person used. Before today, he always thought that this fragrance came from that person.

Qiao Xing sat down firmly and asked Uncle Ji who was sitting in the front seat: "Uncle Ji, what kind of perfume do you use?"

"Me?" Uncle Ji was a little surprised, and then replied: "DR's winter solstice."

"Winter solstice?" Qiao Xing didn't know much about perfume, so he could only write it down first, and then search when he got back. "Thank you, Uncle Ji."

"You're welcome." Uncle Ji smiled, and chatted with him, "Does it smell good?"

"...Well." Qiao Xing's face was a little solemn for no reason, and he nodded heavily: "It smells good."

"My wife helped me choose it." After showing his affection, Uncle Ji looked at Qiao Xing with novelty, and said with a smile, "I never thought that Xiao Xing would be so...so hot-tempered that he would like this kind of indifferent..." perfume."

"Is it dull?" Qiao Xing shook his head: "It's gentleness."

……

The interior of the car is exceptionally quiet.

Networking in the entertainment industry is undoubtedly important.

If it were normal, this kind of scene of three people sitting in a car, coupled with Uncle Ji's status in the circle, would make for a lively chat along the way.

But today, Qiao Xing was uncharacteristically, Lao Zhao dropped the conversation a few times and he didn't answer. After Lao Zhao and Uncle Ji finished chatting, the car was so quiet that it was even a little embarrassing.

"I said you." Old Zhao poked Qiao Xing beside him, "What's the matter?"

"nothing."

"Look at the way your soul is out of your body."

"Oh……"

"..." Old Zhao looked at his old friend who was still bewildered, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab his face: "Urgent as a law, Taishao Laojun will show up soon, and regain his senses!"

"What are you doing!" Qiao Xing came back to his senses, glared at Old Zhao, bared his teeth, and lashed back at Old Zhao's fat face: "It's against you!"

"Keep you from listening to me..."

Uncle Ji smiled in front, "Xiao Xing has grown up and has something on his mind."

With a distorted face on his face, Old Zhao groaned: "He's already old, he's still growing up, and when he grows up, he'll be buried in the soil..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhao's eyes suddenly fell outside the window beside Qiao Xing, and he froze.

"...?" Temporarily stopping the fight, Qiao Xing turned his head following Lao Zhao's line of sight inexplicably, and saw two bodies clinging to each other in the dense forest and bushes beside the road, kissing hard Indistinguishable figure.

Tall figure, extraordinary clothes and handsome silhouette, and the white Ferrari parked by the roadside.

It was Wen Changrong and Shen Qinlan who couldn't restrain their passionate kiss in the wilderness.

Anyone who had a relationship with this circle in the early years knows the love story of these two sons of aristocratic families.

Lao Zhao suddenly showed a somewhat sad expression on his face, he stopped fighting with Qiao Xing, and just took his hand and patted Qiao Xing's shoulder, as if he suddenly understood something, and said carefully.

"Old Qiao, that... Didn't you say you wanted to eat that expensive Japanese snowflake beef last time? How about... I'll treat you to a meal later?"

Qiao Xing didn't answer.

His eyes fell on the huge no-stop sign next to the white Ferrari, and his mind was full of one sentence—parking on a road section with a no-stop sign, a fine of [-] yuan and a deduction of three points.