This Star is from Earth

"Stop"

Weng Yao, who saw the singer's information, just had some thoughts in his mind, and he didn't have time to think about it, and immediately turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

Through the window, you can see a person constantly pulling the door handle of the car, [Click] slightly irritable and anxious.

The visitor wore a black trench coat mixed with a gray sweatshirt, pulled up the hood of the sweatshirt, and wore sunglasses and a mask.

Weng Yao knew that this was her cousin's return, and was relieved, so he quickly unlocked the car door.

"Sister, the date is over?" Weng Yao looked at his cousin who got into the back seat of the car and asked maliciously.

She was called by her cousin to be the driver, and without saying anything specific, she asked her to wait at the door.

But looking at the fully armed underneath, the delicate makeup, she knew that she was coming on a date.

Weng Nanxi did not answer.

Weng Yao saw that his cousin did not take off his sunglasses and mask after entering the car, so he held his mobile phone in both hands, lighting and rummaging through something there, looking like an Internet addict girl, unable to listen to it.

Weng Yao stopped teasing, shrugged, and continued to look at her own phone.

At this time, Weng Nanxi was in a bad mood.

The holding of the Huaxia Golden Bull Award this month made her eager to come out and linger in various meals and social places in the capital before, and she did not gain much.

After returning to the magic capital, she cleaned herself up and came to Han Jue's house non-stop.

Looking back on the last conversation on the phone, it was terrible.

This time, she was fully prepared in her heart to dare to deal with Han Jue's various questions.

She promised that after she cried tears, they would be back together.

When she swore that she came to Han Jue's residence full of confidence, she found that she could not enter the password at Han Jue's door.

Weng Nanxi, who thought that Han Jue had changed the password, rang the doorbell for ten minutes, and finally no one opened it.

She guessed that Han Jue might not be at home.

She also didn't call Han Jue, afraid of being rejected, so she went downstairs and sat in the same position where Han Jue had sat when they last met, waiting for Han Jue.

I waited to scan the mailboxes and found that one of them had been stuffed.

At a glance, the house number was Han Jue's.

Weng Nanxi thought of a possibility, so he went to ask the security guard, who replied that he had moved.

She hurried to the underground garage to take a look, and found that there was really nothing, and all the debris that had been piled up was gone.

When I called Han Jue, I found that I couldn't get through.

Blocked.

Weng Nanxi's heart seemed to be stuffed by something, and her breathing suddenly became difficult.

She wanted to vent out, but in the end, she just clenched her fists, behind the mask, biting her lips hard.

It took a while to calm down before returning to the car with a complicated feeling.