Treat cars as airplanes

  Gu Xiao Bei pulled out a handkerchief from his clothes, blue and white, just like before. I used to tease him about it, saying that men who use handkerchiefs are rarer than dinosaurs these days. Then I'd joke about setting up a fence around him and making him an exhibit of rare animals. I'd wear a little black leather skirt and stand at the entrance, drooling and counting money like all the other bosses' wives.

  Gu Xiao Bei didn't even glance at me, treating me like I was farting or something. And farts can at least affect the local air quality index, but my whole body had gone empty. So this habit of his never changed.

  I took his handkerchief to wipe my mouth, and in the midst of the pungent smell of wine, the scent on Gu Xiao Bei's body wafted out from the handkerchief. This scent was one I had constantly smelled on Gu Xiao Bei's shoulders, clothes, hair, and lips before, and even after several months, I still remembered it as vividly as if it were yesterday.

  Wen Jing turned her head back from the front, looked at me and then looked at Yao Shanshan. Her expression was very serious, she said, "It's nothing, Lin Lan, really nothing."

  I almost cried when I saw Wen Juan's team.

  And Yao Xiangxang was still sitting motionlessly like the Prime Minister's wife, looking at her that way, let alone Mount Tai collapsing in front of her, I reckon even if the Himalayas collapsed in front of her she would still be like that, dead and stiff as a statue.

  After vomiting, I felt better. I think I've never been so spirited before, like a demon who has practiced for 10,000 years and suddenly enlightened, with a clear and transparent mind.

  When Wenjing saw that I was a bit better, her spirits also lifted, and she seemed to be connected to me in some way, with two eyes shining brightly. I reckon the driver is going to get into trouble, and indeed, Wenjing started to enthusiastically talk to him, pulling the topic to the Dow Jones index within three minutes.

  Later, I heard that Wenjing made progress and asked the driver to let her drive. I thought that the driver must have been fooled by her. He was seriously fooled. If he had been fooled somewhere else, I wouldn't have batted an eye. But he was driving with four people on the elevated bridge and got fooled, this joke is too big. Fortunately, Wenjing didn't get fooled, she still knew how much she weighed, so she said, "Master, you're joking, right? How dare I drive here? My hands are sweating, let's try again when we get to a more deserted place."

  My heart is really tormented, just now it almost jumped to one hundred and twenty.

  Later, the car drove to a desolate and smoky place, which was similar to the exterior scene of a chat room. Wen Jing still remembered the driving incident, and the driver was particularly vigilant at this time, guessing that he had recovered from his dizziness. He asked Wen Jing, "Do you have your license?" As soon as I heard this, I thought, "It's all over." Wen Jing's license had been taken away long ago. Her father's driver had a very close relationship with her, and in previous years, Wen Jing had pestered the young driver to teach her how to drive. The young man had fallen under Wen Jing's spell, and even when she scratched the car until it was covered in scratches like a Van Gogh painting, he would smile and pay for the car's beauty treatment himself. As a result, Wen Jing had managed to get away with not having a license.

  Wen Jing grasped the steering wheel, excited as if she was about to get married. With a burst of acceleration, the car sped off under her control. I saw that the speedometer had already exceeded three digits and immediately fastened my seatbelt, then looked at Wen Jing with a serious expression as she drove the car like an airplane.