Chapter 516 Purpose

Winnie usually drove her car to and off work. The car was spacious, comfortable and romantic.

At the same time, the car she was sitting in now was narrow, bumpy and without any emotion. It was just a walking tool, and also a tool that could be thrown into the trash bin.

She shook her head back and forth, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit. It was getting more and more awkward for her to sit in the front passenger seat. She loosened the seat belt for a while, then fastened it, and then loosened it again.

Unfortunately, she can't.

No matter how uncomfortable she was, she felt that such a small space could suffocate her.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Gong, you can change the car. Even your secretary's car is better than you."

Today, Mark drove her to the old house. It was a Benz at least. Although it was not a limited edition, it was a little higher grade than Jacob's car.

A mayor drove such a... Why didn't he go to work by foot? It would make the mayor frugal and honest.

A smile appeared in Jacob's eyes. "Mark's car is not his. His home is near the city hall. He usually walks to work."

"Oh, that's because he is close to the city hall, so he don't need a car." "The distance between the Gong Clan's mansion and the city hall is not close. It will take a full forty minutes' drive. As she spoke, she began to fiddle with the chair behind her. No matter how uncomfortable she was, she said. If I don't drive a better car to work, I will feel like sitting on pins and needles in the past forty minutes. "

Since she was born, all the things used by her were the best. Her uncle spoiled her, and her baby clothes were luxury, so this was the habit she had developed since childhood.

She had no choice to change it.

Besides, she didn't think it was wrong to use her money to enjoy life.

"The car is just a tool for me. I don't need it to be good. As long as I can drive it."

Jacob drove steadily and strictly abide by the traffic rules. He even slowly stepped on the brake and stopped there even if he could pass after speeding up. He didn't drive there until the traffic light turned red and then turned green.

For an impetuous and short tempered woman like Winnie, this kind of driving way really made her a little unbearable. She began to tease, "has the mayor been a transportation Embassy before? Can you drive faster? But you just drove 40. It's too slow. "

"Safety first." Jacob was still calm, "or are you hungry?"

She didn't feel comfortable sitting in the car, so her mood was affected. In addition, the car was still so slow.

Winnie turned her head and looke

axed. She looked at the man sitting opposite her and began to pour tea. His movements were smooth and elegant.

She asked, "what's your purpose?"

"What?" The man paused for a moment and looked up at her, with a blank look on his handsome face. "What do you think I want to take my wife out for dinner?"

For her, Jacob's acting skills were absolutely superb. She couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not for many times.

But at this time, she felt a deep and complicated emotion from him.

She thought quickly and asked, "do you want to deal with Dylan?"

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the figure she saw on the roadside when she came here just now...

Thinking of this, she suddenly sat up from the chair and hurriedly opened the door and ran out of the box. She was no longer in the mood to wait for the elevator. She quickly ran to the stairs. Her anxiety had made her forget that in fact, waiting for the elevator was much faster than running directly to the stairs.

She ran upstairs with sweat dripping down her face. After asking, she knew that Ross had left half an hour ago. As for where he had gone, he didn't tell them. His peers guessed that he had gone to buy daily necessities.

Shopping for daily necessities?

Her eyes widened and she felt cold all over.

She left in a hurry, ran downstairs and rushed into the box, out of breath.

At this time, the man was sitting there drinking tea. His eyes were cold and elegant. He only wore an ordinary white shirt, but he was very valuable.

Hearing the noise, the man looked at the door. Seeing that she was sweating and her cheeks were red, he asked gently, "hot?"

She strode to him and said, "Ross, you can't."

"What?" He frowned slightly.

"No..."

She choked with sobs.