Chapter 4

Joss followed, and they entered the elevator. Jing chihan pressed the first floor.

They went out one after the other, and joss watched Jing chihan go to his black Jaguar. His eyes were bigger than the bell.

Jing zhehan just got on the bus, the driver's door was not closed, the co driver's door suddenly opened, a small figure rushed in, sat down, and looked at him with solemn eyes.

Jingche cold Leng for a while, back against the back of the chair, leering at her: "what do you mean, want me to send you?"

Jos sipped his lips and shook his head, his eyes were very solemn: "it's not you who send me, it's me who send you, Mr. Jing. Don't look at me like this. In fact, I got my driver's license last year. Really, believe me, my technology is good. I passed the road test once. You can rest assured that I can send you home safely."

"Oh." Jing chihan's expression is delicate: "do you want to send me?"

"Yes Jos was determined.

Jing chihan put his finger on his lips, and his eyes looked at Qiao Si repeatedly for a while. Then he asked, "why?"

"Because you are drinking now, you must not drive!"

Jing zhehan was stunned by the words, and then he drew a little from the corner of his mouth. In his throat, he chuckled and couldn't help spreading.

Joss looked at him with wide eyes, and his lips pressed tightly: "Mr. Jing, I'm serious."

Originally also because of wine, some dizzy man, rubbed the brow, silent for a long time, nodded: "good, you drive."

Two people changed position, joss regular fasten the seat belt, turn head, found that Jing chehan is leaning against the window, leisurely looking at her, waist, but did not fasten the seat belt.

"President Jing, seat belt," she reminded

The man, um, went to tie it slowly, but because of his lazy posture, he couldn't tie it well.

Jos couldn't watch any more, so he leaned over, grabbed the seat belt buckle and tied it for him.

Jing chihan naturally spread out her hands and operated by her.

There was no light in the car. The light was dim and hazy. Jing chihan's hands were slightly open, and joss's head was buried in his chest. It seemed like two people were hugging each other.

Jing chihan's eyes are indifferent and black, but he goes over the window and looks not far from the parking lot. The white flash shows a trace of contempt at the bottom of his eyes.

Now the paparazzi are really more and more dedicated. From morning to night, aren't they tired?

With his seat belt fastened, joss turned on his headlights, recalled several basic points of driving, checked them one by one, and then started the engine carefully.

The car is driving slowly. Jos's driving level is really not flattering. She drives a world-famous car with a top speed of 300, and even a taxi can copy her at a speed of 70.

It was a twenty minute drive, and it took joss nearly fifty minutes to get there.

It's almost one o'clock, and the car finally arrives at the destination. When the fire goes out, joss looks at the high-grade apartment in front of him and blinks: "Mr. Jing, here?"

Called a, didn't wait for nearby person's reply, she turns a head, only then discovers that the scene cuts cold to close eyes, seem to have already fallen asleep.

"Mr. Jing?" She gave a tentative cry.

Jing chihan still closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Jos didn't know what to do. Just when she couldn't make up her mind, the car suddenly rang out with a buzzing mobile phone.

She called again, but Jing zhehan didn't respond. The man in the deep sleep was more peaceful than the usual coldness.

As his subordinate, she has never seen a more straightforward boss than Jing chihan.

But now, the way he fell asleep was strangely mild. Joe thought that if he was seen by the female colleagues in the company, I don't know how many people would be attracted by his suit pants.

"What are you thinking?" Abrupt male voice, suddenly sounded in the quiet car.

When Jos thought about it, he saw that Jing chihan slowly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes and looked at her lazily. His head was still on the window glass, looking like a sleeping cat.

"Mr. Jing, you wake up." "Your phone is ringing all the time," he said, pointing to his coat pocket

"Well, you answer for me." Men give orders.