Chapter 3:

At four o'clock in the morning that night, Xu Qiao was sitting in the toll booth, looking at the empty road outside the window, and sighed that he was unlovable.
She didn't have the "mountain", she could only wait for the "mountain" to come here, but she waited to see through, not to mention Pagani, a million-class car didn't pass by.
She sat bored and withered, and began the eighteenth recollection of the minutiae of last night.
Think about it carefully, in fact, her appearance was in a trough at the time.
No one knows about her charges in Xinglin Bay except for her family and Zhu Li. First, she was afraid of meeting acquaintances here and being recognized as embarrassment, and second, she was afraid of running into low-quality drivers, so she only put on a low-key base makeup at work, which was completely different from the exquisite style of the past.
Last night, because of crying, she even took off her makeup. Her eyes were completely swollen into walnuts.
With such an analysis, Mr. Pagani’s tenderness is like water, shouldn’t it be just out of humanitarian sympathy? Xu Qiao frustrated, blinked sore eyes, and glanced at the crossing next door boringly.
Feng Sa Sa is on duty over there. Probably no one will change shifts with her tonight, so the legendary "rich family" had to go out in person.
Noting Xu Qiao's gaze, Feng Sa Sa looked at her inexplicably, his eyes look so noble as if they had been desecrated.
Xu Qiao looked back blankly.
If it weren't for her dad for not allowing her to make trouble here, she would be able to stun ten people at a stretch without panting or getting dirty with such a big sister with nostrils.
As soon as the two returned to their positions, a burst of engine roar from far to near suddenly broke the dead silence.
This sound blasted Xu Qiao's ear like a thunder. Three seconds later, she saw a blue and black Pagani appear in front, slowing down all the way to the toll gate.
The adrenaline in Xu Qiao's body just soared, and in a blink of an eye, the whole person was like a fallen ice cellar.
Because she watched eagerly as Pagani drove into the crossing next door.
Looking at Feng Sa Sa, whose eyes were shining like a wolf, she quickly realized the problem: she took Feng Sa Sa's class last night and sat in the toll booth.
Cheng Lang glanced at Feng Sa Sa with a beaming eyebrow, moved down the passenger window, and turned his head to Xu Qiao next door.
The eyes of the two met through the strong glass of the toll booth, and in just an instant, Cheng Lang turned his head back.
Twisted back?
Yes.
Xu Qiao even saw that when he handed the pass to Feng Sa Sa, his face wore the same gentle smile as last night.
Then Feng Sa Sa made a "telephone" gesture to him, as if secretly suggesting that he exchanged contact information.
Xu Qiao laughed angrily, but she didn't expect the more absolutely still to come.
Her Mr. Pagani actually took out a navy blue pocket square of the same style from the glove box, wrote something carefully on it with a pen, and handed it to Feng Sa Sa.
The wholesaler?
Xu Qiao watched Pagani drive away from the late-night dating scene in amazement, the hair on his forehead was exploded.
She couldn't sit down anymore. She told the team leader on the walkie-talkie that she was going to the bathroom, but she heard the reply from there: "You have no one on this road. You can wait a moment."
Xu Qiao turned her head, only to find that the toll booth next door was empty.
My sisters, even cut her Hu in the bathroom?
She slapped her hand on the table with an "Ouch", lowered her head and blew her hand painfully.
The voice of the team leader came again from the intercom: "What are you doing? Feng Sa Sa's violation of discipline just now must be dealt with seriously, and you must also pay attention to discipline, or you can't eat it!"
Xu Qiao was so inflated that her swollen temples hurt so badly that she couldn't speak very much, so she had to take a deep breath with her forehead.
In ten minutes, Feng Sa Sa did not return.
In fifteen minutes, Feng Sa Sa still did not come back.
Xu Qiao gritted her teeth.
Shouldn’t you go to you as soon as you get the number? Do these two people have common sense, don’t you know if you can’t make calls while driving?
Twenty minutes later, Feng Sa Sa finally appeared, with a proud and stinky face, and closed the door of the toll booth. The movement was as big as to let the world know that she didn’t care whether she could keep her job or not. Anyway, she caught it. Golden turtle son-in-law.
After re-reporting, Xu Qiao left the toll booth dullly and walked towards the rest area.
I thought that I was holding on to a life-saving straw, and Haikou was boasting with her father. This time it's fine, where can I find a substitute player.
She faintly walked into the female guard's compartment, and paused when she glanced at the wastebasket in the corner.
That familiar pocket square was lying embarrassed in the pile of tissues.
Although it is wholesale from the man, is it too sloppy to throw the token of love after storing the number?
Xu Qiao narrowed his eyes and glanced inward, vaguely recognizing the words "Sorry" written on the pocket square.
She was taken aback, and remembered Mr. Pagani's writing just now. It seemed that the time he spent was not just writing a string of mobile phone numbers.
Xu Qiao bent down, tilted his head and examined it carefully, and then distinguished the four words "you are beautiful".
"You are beautiful" is something that needs "sorry"?
Xu Qiao wanted to get closer. Suddenly, a cold wind passed through the gap in the compartment, bringing with it an unspeakable breath. She backed a few steps dizzyly, pinching her nose and grabbing the door.
Before I left, I had another meal—hey, but I'm really curious.
He fought with his left and right feet three times. One minute later, Xu Qiao put a stack of thick paper towels in his hands, and hurriedly took the pocket towel out of the trash basket and laid it on the ground.
That line of words with dragons and snakes is finally complete: Sorry, you are very beautiful, but I like subtle girls, and I wish you a better fate.
Did not say "no" on the spot, perhaps to preserve the face of the woman at the time. This Mr. Pagani turned out to be such a considerate man who refused?
She didn't do such a disgusting thing in vain!

Xu Qiao, who returned to the toll booth, looked like an arrogant fighter, and looked at Feng Sa Sa, who had a gloomy face next door, and felt more happy.
Feng Sa Sa obviously guessed what Xu Qiao had found, and became careless with regret, and kept staring at her fiercely, as if to kill her.
Xu Qiao looked ahead and smiled calmly, then her smile solidified.
The familiar roar sounded again, the blue-black Pagani, in the darkest hour before dawn, once again staged the scene an hour ago.
And this time, he drove the car into her crossing accurately.
Xu Qiao said to herself dumbfounded: "Why are you back..."
Cheng Lang handed her the pass and a red paper bill as usual, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say goodbye last night? Then I have to see you again."
So he deliberately re-drove on the high speed, just for her saying "I wish you a safe journey, goodbye"?
Xu Qiao almost blurted out and asked him if he wanted her phone number under such naked gestures. After talking to her lips, remembering the girl he liked to be reserved, she swallowed it back, and honestly accepted the pass and money.
"I'm kidding." Seeing her eagerness to talk, her inexhaustible teasing expression, Cheng Lang changed her mouth, "I can't sleep with jet lag recently, so go around."
"Oh, that's the case, then you are late today."
There was a reason why I was late. I drank two glasses at my cousin’s birthday party and couldn’t drive if I didn’t have time. But Cheng Lang didn't explain, he smiled and said, "It's not too late, you haven't got off work yet."
Xu Qiao struck the keyboard for a while, and couldn't understand his overtones: "We won't get off work until 8 o'clock in the morning."
"In the wilderness, how do you get home from get off work?"
"Taking a taxi."
"It's not safe." Cheng Lang frowned.
The eyebrows were frowned, and it smelled like sending her home.
"That..." Xu Qiao fumbled for change in her hand, and Yu Guang locked him up.
"Then?" Cheng Lang tilted his head to look at her, tapping gently with his fingers on the steering wheel, patiently waiting for her to follow.