She reached out to take back her driver's license, but she was afraid of the sacred uniform of the traffic police uncle.

Finally, he pouted and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The traffic police did not go easy on Yan Zao because of her misfortune. While writing the ticket, he asked: "How did you get your driver's license?"

Yan Zao replied confidently: "Of course I got it based on my ability."

Today, LY returned to China with the championship trophy, which caused a traffic jam on the road out of the airport. There were no cars on the way into the airport. The traffic jam made him upset. Zhou Sicheng took out a cigarette and was about to smoke it. His eyes inadvertently glanced at Lan Mu in the passenger seat. He

He looked out the window, not knowing what he was looking at, his expression so serious.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Sicheng followed Lan Mu's gaze and asked, "Huh?"

"That's not Yan..." Zhou Sicheng was surprised when he saw Yan Zao. He remembered something mid-sentence and his tone turned into a joke, "That's not your wife."

Summer in Jiangcheng is always drizzle, and it is also drizzling today. The girl's simple white T-shirt is soaked little by little by the fine rain, and her simple ponytail and broken hair stick to her forehead.

Compared to the worry and anxiety of having your driver's license revoked and having no one to drive the car back for a while, this little rain is nothing.

When he heard the word 'wife', the man in the passenger seat moved his eyebrows slightly, as if a feather was twitching, and looked towards the other side of the road.

At this time, the car window opened.

It was obviously Zhou Sicheng controlling the car from the driver's seat.

"She seems to be in trouble. Should we go over and take a look?"

Zhou Sicheng still had a teasing tone.

Lan Mu looked away indifferently, and finally moved her lips, "Drive."

In this more than one month game schedule, not only do I have to play football, but I also have to shoulder half the responsibilities of a coach during training. My energy has already been exhausted, and my voice has become hoarse from fatigue.

Zhou Sicheng pointed to the road ahead with a look of helplessness on his face, "If this could be opened, would we still be here now?"

As he spoke, he looked across again. Although he couldn't hear the girl negotiating with the traffic police from such a distance, he could see that she was sincerely saying, "I see, this is fate, the fate between you and Mrs. Ling."

The more tense and ugly Lan Mu's face becomes, the more he takes pleasure in his misfortune.

He looked ahead and saw that he would be stuck in traffic for a long time, so he simply opened the door and got out of the car.

"Yan Zao!"

Yan Zaozheng was acting pitifully with the traffic police. When she heard someone calling her, she instinctively turned her head. No matter what, she fell into the man's deep eyes, as if she had fallen into a sea of ​​stars. She waved her arms and asked for help without making a sound.

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She was stunned!

For a moment, the clean and handsome face of the boy from the past flashed through her mind, still as cold as it is now.

There was a road across the road, but she felt that no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't get close.

The drizzle seemed to have separated a curtain between them. Yan Zao raised her hand to push aside the curtain, but found that her hand was shaking so badly that she quickly put her hand down as if she suddenly woke up from a dream.

"Yan Zao, long time no see."

Zhou Sicheng got out of the car and stood on the guardrail and waved enthusiastically to Yan Zao.

Wearing LY's team uniform, he looks as sunny and handsome as ever, with frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his sense of fashion has skyrocketed.

Yan Zao's thoughts were interrupted, she raised her hand again, waved to Zhou Sicheng with a smile, and couldn't help but glance at the face of the man sitting in the car.
Chapter completed!