Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She frowned again, looking at the man in the driver's seat, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, and a pair of soft, boneless hands holding the phone, too hard, her nails were white and no blood.

She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell why.

I remembered the driver's appearance in his head, as if he had never seen it before.

After thinking for a while, Su Shi asked tentatively, "Uncle, what's your name?"

The middle-aged man replied softly: "They always call me Lao Yuan."

His gaze looked at the road ahead, and he looked at the rearview mirror with extra light.

Su Shi captured his subtle move, his tight pair of small hands held tighter, she looked to the side of the road, her thoughts flying.

She reached out to a milk tea shop in front of her and said to the middle-aged man with a negotiated tone: "I want to go to the aunt tea shop in front to buy a cup of milk tea, can you listen to it on the road?

The middle-aged man smiled euphemistically, "Little girl, you'll be home in a while, and Mrs. Three is waiting for you at home."

Su Shi was getting more and more scared. She lowered her head and whispered, "But my sister-in-law said that he took me out for dinner at night."

The middle-aged man coaxed her with a smile, "Mrs. Young may be taking you out after you go back. Mr. Yan ordered me to come, and I do n’t know the specifics."

Su Shi was not talking, kept her head down, and looked at the mobile phone in her hand, there was no signal.

What she thought of, reached out to drive the window door, but the switch kept snarling and there was no response. She was anxious and looked at the driver. "Uncle, open the window, I'm hot."

The middle-aged man laughed. "Don't kid me, how can the weather be hot?"

Su Shi frowned. "Open, I want to open."

Her eyes began to panic, and her emotions rose.

"I'll turn off the air conditioner if you are really hot." The man said, reaching out to turn off the air conditioner.

It's not long before spring, and Kyoto is still a bit cold.

"I want to open the window." Su Ying glared at the man, with Han Han's light shining in his bright eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at it, and was slightly surprised, and then there was a kind smile on his face. "Don't make a noise, I'm driving. I'll be home in a while."

He ignored Su Shi and stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

The white Cadillac, looking for cracks on the congested road, was speeding.

Su Shi clenched her fist in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She looked at the rear-view mirror, and the man's face made her face colder and colder.

Suddenly, she threw the mobile phone in her hand and hit the back of the man, "I want to open the window, open the window!"

Su Shi glared at the round stool, and the hysterical roar echoed in the car.

The middle-aged man felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered, his head was hurt again, and his temper came for a while. "Don't think about it, the windows cannot be opened for you, be honest."

Now he is on a road with heavy traffic. He copes with Su Shi, but at the same time he has to concentrate on driving, and he seems at a loss.

"Bang, bang!"

Seeing that the man still didn't open the window for her, Su Shi clenched his fists with a small hand and slammed the car window.

This made the man even more alarmed. "What are you doing? Don't hesitate."

"I want to open the window, I want to open the window." Su Shi kept repeating this sentence, as if speaking to a man, more like talking to himself.

His hands didn't stop beating the window, every time he felt like venting, and he was able to **** the milk.