The air outside the suburbs is very pleasant.
The autumn wind carries a slight chill.
After Gu Zichen shouted a sentence, he suddenly opened the car door, got out, and stood beside the car, leaning against it, lighting a cigarette.
Inside the car, Qiao Xiguan just watched Gu Zichen, watching his suppressed appearance, and at this moment, due to great displeasure, he was smoking furiously.
Play?!
Perhaps, it's not me playing you, but destiny playing us.
Qiao Xiguan opened the car door, walked around the front of the car, and approached him.
Gu Zichen is really quite tall.
To look at him like this, she really needed to tilt her head up significantly.
At this moment, his face was cold, the smoke from his fingertips lingered, and as she looked at him, his expression remained unchanged; he only met her gaze with an exceedingly sharp look.
At that moment, it seemed as if he wanted to strangle her.
Obviously, he was already furious to the point of spitting blood.
