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Chapter 243 This President’s Painting Style Is Wrong (7)

After Hua Qianxi's simple reply, she hails a taxi.

The car slowly stopped in front of her.

Only then did Hua Qianxi realize that the car was not a taxi.

It's just that the color of this car is somewhat similar to that of a taxi, and the driver turned on the high beams just now, shaking her sight.

Hua Qianxi smiled awkwardly through the car window.

Dodged backwards, trying to get out of the way for cars.

Then turned around, Hua Qianxi continued to walk forward, wanting to look at the more crowded intersection.

But the car behind him slowed down and followed closely behind Hua Qianxi.

Hua Qianxi turned her face away, the headlights dazzled her pupils again, she couldn't see clearly against the light, and glanced suspiciously at the wide road on the other side of the car.

Even though the road over there is more spacious, why should it stick tightly to the sidewalk on her side?
Weird.

This is probably the first time Hua Qianxi met today...

There are countless neuropathy.

Hua Qianxi turned around immediately, and took a few steps forward quickly, and the car behind her also accelerated.

Hua Qianxi: "..." Could it be that she deliberately troubled her because she stopped the car suddenly just now?

The people in the car seemed to be getting impatient and honked their horns in Hua Qianxi's direction.

Hua Qianxi pretended not to hear, and ignored it.

No money, no life.

She just mistook the taxi. Are people so narrow-minded nowadays?

The man in the car stabilized the car, opened the door and walked out, quickened a few steps to catch up with Hua Qianxi, and took her arm with his big hand.

"Can't you hear me? Get in the car."

The voice was low, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Hua Qianxi turned her head in a daze, and when she met the gaze of the man behind her, her expression changed drastically.

"...the smelly hooligan in the men's toilet?!"

Hua Qianxi couldn't forget this slender and handsome eyebrow, and not long ago, she was trapped in the men's room for a while to be bullied and coaxed.

It's really... a ghost that lingers!
Sure enough, only he can do such a rascal thing.

Ye Lin raised his eyebrows.

I don't understand why she is yelling like that.

I also don't understand why she threw off his restraint with all her strength in the next second, and punched him with all her strength.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly.

Ye Lin touched her pupils with lingering fear.

It's almost going to be a panda's eye there.

An hour ago, Ye Lin's soul traveled to this parallel world.

The original host was a young man in rough clothes.

Ye Lin frowned, kneading the little curly hair on his forehead with his fingertips, he had never worn such a frivolous dress before.

The first place where Ye Lin's soul travels to this parallel world is the public men's toilet in the hotel.

Fortunately, the memory in the original host's mind allowed Ye Lin to find the car parked in the basement and prepare to drive home.

Just after turning around an intersection, I saw Hua Qianxi walking unsteadily on the street from a distance.

This little girl was wearing stiletto heels that she was not used to.

Probably the shoes don't fit very well, and she doesn't know if her little feet hurt when she walks one step at a time.

Yelin never remembers Hua Qianxi wearing high heels.

I don't know if she is dressed in the original host's own dress through her soul, or if she is dressing up deliberately to please someone.

...hopefully not the latter.

Ye Lin's hand on the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten.

Look up those ill-fitting heels.

It was a round and smooth calf, as if soaked in milk, and could be broken by blowing.

(End of this chapter)