The Romance Of Mr. Walton

The instant their gazes met, his expression froze.

She turned her head to the side, quickly wiping away the tears on her cheeks and stood up.

"Mr. Huo, why are you here?" She pretended to be calm as she looked at him.

"Is that your catchphrase?"

Wen Qing was puzzled for a moment, and it was only then that she realized she seemed to ask him this question every time she saw him.

She embarrassedly scratched her forehead, "Sigh, I was just flabbergasted that I actually ran into a Third Young Master Huo that was revered by everyone in the Northern City at the side of the road."

"Stop saying such official words, what are you doing sitting here?"

"It doesn't seem illegal for me to sit here."

"Very a

oying."

She panicked, "How am I in the way? This is the public road."

"Seated in the car, you look like a stray cat abandoned on the side of the road."

As he said this, her nose soured.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she was no different from a stray cat. She also had no family, she was also abandoned, and similarly, no one was waiting …

A tinge of desolation appeared in her eyes. "Then I won't be troubling Mr. Huo, I'll be leaving first."

"Where are you going?" he asked coldly. "Follow me to the car. I'm also heading home."

Go Back... Home?

He turned around and walked a few steps. Seeing that she had not caught up to him, he turned his head and coldly asked, "Are you not going to leave?"

"My luggage is still at school."

"You aren't short on anything in the Huo Family, so you can pack it up tomorrow. Get in the carriage first."

Wen Qing got into his car for no reason.

Coincidentally, the two of them had just closed the car door when the road suddenly began to move.

This congestion was as though she had purposely met him by chance, neither too early nor too late, such a coincidence.

He said to the driver, "There's no need to take a detour, just go straight home."

"Alright, Lord Third."

She looked at him. "Where were you going just now? If you're busy, put me down first. I can go back by car."

"I was pla

ing to go home."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror. Didn't San Ye say he was going to the clubhouse?

Huo Tingshen glared at the driver through the rearview mirror. The driver immediately moved his gaze away. He didn't say anything and didn't dare to think too much about it. He just drove back to the mansion obediently.

"Did something happen?"

The two of them sat at the back of the car in silence for five minutes before Huo Tingshen opened his mouth.

"No, I just saw someone driving a luxury car and got stuck on the road. I thought it was fu

y. So it turns out that money isn't everything."

He was displeased and began to tell lies with his eyes wide open. Did he think that he was a three-year-old child? "Then what are you crying for?"

"I'm crying because I'm poor. I don't even have the right to sit in the car and curse at the traffic jams. I don't have a car."

Thinking of the thousand yuan she just lost, she felt as if a knife was cutting through her heart. In the future, she would never go out with the rich to eat again.

"You make it sound like you know how to drive when you have a car."

She turned her head and glared at him. This man, did he have to have such a venomous mouth?

"Driver, do you know how to drive when you're born?"

The driver laughed, "Miss must be joking."

Wen Qing raised her eyebrows and looked at Huo Tingshen provocatively, "Then it seems that San Ye was born with a strange bone. He was born with a car."

The driver nervously swallowed his saliva.

This Miss Wen … Was he pla

ing to throw away his life?

Who was San Ye? How could she dare to take revenge?