I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Fortunately, there are other chatterboxes in the car.

Several girls talked about various topics, Jiang Chacha relaxed and responded a few words, she finally felt less embarrassed.

After driving for an hour on the highway.

After walking the smooth and easy asphalt road, we will soon go to the mountain road.

There are more trees along the road.

Along the way, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the mottled shadows of the trees shone on the top of the car. Through the glass windows, people in the car were covered with flickering shadows of trees.

The view outside the window gradually becomes darker green, mountains and fields, like a gradual green oil painting.

Jiang Chacha prefers looking at the scenery in the mountains rather than playing with her mobile phone.

At this time, I drove into a rather narrow mountain road, and the leaves on the branches directly hit the glass of the windows on both sides.

If it wasn't for the air-conditioning in the car, she really wanted to open the window, and then reach out to touch the green leaves that were automatically filtered, and feel the mountain breeze.

She knew him well, such details of the mouth often meant that he was in a very happy mood now.

Then she sat in a daze for a short time before her body froze.

The paper that was flipping through the newspaper paused.

At this time, the SUV drove into a shadow. This forest had been planted for about a hundred years, and it was so lush that it blocked all the skylight, so that everything in sight dimmed.

Hearing this answer, Jiang Chacha pursed her mouth in disdain, retreated her body, and sat back on the warm sofa area covered by her. She continued to sit in a daze.

Minister Zhang and Lin Xiaoxiao finally couldn't stand the chatter anymore, and everyone closed their eyes and began to take a nap.

New media is so developed now, not to mention newspapers, publishing houses have closed down one after another.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help but looked at him again.

Then I saw... Wen Huaizhi's horribly gentle gaze was still on her body, and she hadn't moved an inch from just now to now.

The handsome one is really handsome, but his meow is too scary! ! !
Seeing her looking over, Wen Huaizhi curled his lips together and opened them slightly.

The sun was shining just now, making his face extremely white, like a white sculpture in Western Europe.

Wen Huaizhi curled his lips: "Of course there are."

Therefore, it was a bit too shocking for her to see Wen Huaizhi reading a newspaper now.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help it anymore, seeing that everyone around her was taking a nap, she couldn't help leaning towards him, and whispered in his ear: "In this day and age, there are still newspapers?!"

He looked at her through the glasses, the creases around his eyes deepened.

Because it was too unexpected.

Elderly people seldom subscribe to newspapers anymore. Newspapers, as a way of disseminating written information, seem to be a thing of the past.

And now that Wen Huaizhi was sitting beside him, she didn't dare to take a nap next to him.

She turned her face away pretending not to care.

There is still a long way to go.

Ever since Jiang Chacha started her miserable part-time job, she no longer has the habit of taking a nap.

Then I noticed...he was reading a newspaper in his hand.

It's like in a horror movie, when Muran looks back and sees a frightening scene.

Jiang Chacha's pupils shrank slightly, and she watched with her own eyes that the light and shadow on Wen Huaizhi's face faded, replaced by a thin shadow, and the pupils that were brightly illuminated by the sun turned into a strange black.

Because she was flipping through the things in her hand, the cloth on Wen Huaizhi's arm rubbed against her arm from time to time, and the sound was soft, matching with the sound of the branches sliding past the car window outside the window, it automatically turned into white noise in her ears.

The gap between the two sitting on the sofa is about the size of a palm.

Then he turned his head and looked at her with a smile through the eyes of the lens. He didn't have to get close, and his reddish lips were very close to her. In Jiang Chacha's eyes, it was like the breath of a poisonous snake.

He hooked his lips, and said as if no one else was around: "On Monday, why did the teacher appear in that shopping mall?"

Her head was a little heavy in the afternoon, but because of his words, she suddenly woke up with a bang, like a sharp object hitting her head.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his head, and lightly stroked the newspaper on his lap with the hand of the expensive watch, straightening out its wrinkled edges, and he smoothed them out one by one patiently.

He pressed the newspaper, smiled, and looked over again.

"Is it really such a coincidence?"