The driver who had been waiting outside the car saw Mianmian coming down. He raised his eyes and saw Jin Yubai's extremely bad expression. His heart skipped a beat. He guessed that the two were quarreling and said cautiously, "Master, where are we going now?" "
Jin Yubai's body pressure was very low, and he was obviously in a bad mood. His black eyes moved, and he uttered three cold words, "Go back to the mansion."
After a pause, his dark eyes were locked on the unsightly black jacket on the ground. The anger in his chest had nowhere to vent, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Press over."
The driver followed his line of sight and finally saw the innocent coat. He was afraid of making this man angry again, so he could only start the engine.
The wheels ran over the jacket, spraying it with turbid exhaust fumes.
The string of beads was thrown onto the grass.
Mianmian searched for it for a while before finding it in the grass.
Fortunately it wasn't broken.
Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief, picked it up, wiped it carefully, and then put it on her chest to pray to the Bodhisattva not to be angry with Jin Yubai.
When she looked back, there was no one behind her.
Jin Yubai was probably very angry. The suit jacket on the ground was dirty after being run over by a car.
Mianmian's eyelashes trembled, and while there was no one around, she picked up her suit jacket and put it on.
When she got home, Aunt Lin saw her in such a mess and was scared to death. She thought she had been robbed and shouted to call the police.
It was Mianmian who held her back and gave the excuse of accidentally falling, so she put down the phone and went to boil water for her.
That night, Jin Yubai did not come back.
Mianmian felt very uneasy.
The whole next day she was distracted.
She wanted to apologize to Jin Yubai, but she didn't have his contact information.
I wanted to ask Jin's mother for it, but I was afraid that she would find out that they were not on good terms.
Mianmian thought about it and decided to ask Aunt Lin. Just as she was about to go downstairs, she suddenly found an unread message on her phone.
It was from Lin Jingwei.
——Mianmian, I want to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. I didn’t step on your skirt on purpose. Can you forgive me?
Her long black eyelashes fluttered. She felt that the hem of her skirt was stepped on by someone behind her yesterday.
Lin Jingwei didn't help her. She was probably as frightened by the scene as she was.
Her thin white fingers moved, and she typed out a line of words and sent it: It doesn't matter, it's all over.
Lin Jingwei called directly this time, her tone was very anxious, "Mianmian, are you okay? I was really scared to death yesterday. I didn't mean not to help you..."
Mianmian didn't expect her to get up so early, so she comforted her, "I'm fine."
Lin Jingwei seemed to be relieved and spoke again, "You don't know, I couldn't sleep last night. As long as I think that I didn't help you and let you be watched by so many people, I feel very sorry. Mianmian, today is Sunday. Can I treat you to dinner?”
Mianmian wanted to refuse, but Lin Jingwei kept saying that she felt sorry, so she couldn't refuse, so she had to accept.
When she came downstairs, Aunt Lin was about to go into the kitchen to make dinner.
Mianmian quickly stopped her, "Aunt Lin, I'm going out to eat tonight."
After a pause, she spoke carefully, "Do you have Yu Bai's phone number? I... I want to see him for something."
Aunt Lin was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with a little more sympathy.
Mianmian's eyelashes trembled, it wasn't like she didn't understand Aunt Lin's eyes.
She knew that Jin Yubai had a public number at Jin's house, and his assistant usually answered it.
But she doesn't even have that number.
Aunt Lin saw the disappointment in her eyes and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start, so she could only quickly stop what she was doing and take her number.
Mianmian made a phone call before going out.
The person who answered the phone was a girl with a sweet voice, "Hello, who are you?"
Mianmian's breath was stagnant, and she suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.
She wanted to say that she was Mianmian, but Jin Yubai probably wouldn't let people around him know who Mianmian was.
There was no wedding or emotional foundation between her and him, only two bright red books.
Mianmian's breathing suddenly became a little difficult. She clutched the phone and couldn't spit out any syllables from her throat.
The female assistant was very patient, "If you have anything you need me to convey to you, you can tell me and I will convey it to Mr. Jin for you."
Mianmian's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't have the courage to ask the assistant for Jin Yubai's personal number.
After hanging up the phone, she received an urging message from Lin Jingwei, hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes and went out.
Worried about making Lin Jingwei wait too long, Mianmian reluctantly took a taxi.
Lin Jingwei had been waiting there for a long time. Today, she put on exquisite makeup and wore a white sleeveless dress. Her curly hair was straightened and spread over her shoulders.
Seeing Mianmian coming over, her eyes fell on her casual T-shirt and tightly wrapped denim trousers, and her smile deepened, "Mianmian, you look good in such loose clothes."
Before Mianmian could answer, Lin Jingwei had already held her hand enthusiastically, "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."
The Lin family's driver immediately came over and opened the door.
Mianmian stared at the hotel getting farther and farther behind her, always feeling that something was not right, but Lin Jingwei kept pulling her to chat, so she could only respond intermittently.
The car finally stopped at an elegant manor.
It was the most beautiful scene Mianmian had ever seen. The entire villa, together with the swaying lights, melted into the deep moonlight. The sun had fallen, but it felt like daytime here.
The moment her breath caught, she suddenly saw Jin Yubai walking towards him surrounded by a group of people. There seemed to be no shortage of people chasing him around him.
But he was never in a good mood.
Mianmian saw that there was always a lingering haze in his dark eyes. He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red, but his eyes were extremely clear.
With her heart beating like a drum, she saw Jin Yubai glance over at her, and the last trace of warmth in his eyes turned into snow the moment he saw her clearly.
His steps stopped, and his eyebrows were as cold as his words, "Who let her in?"
