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Chapter 1

The capital is on the April day when spring is returning to the earth and the flowers are green. In the early morning, the sky is as blue as washing, it is a rare good weather in a year.

The temperature was slightly lower in the morning, and the cold wind poured in through the window of the car, sneezing the drunk person who was leaning on the back seat.

"It's here." The driver pressed the meter, and the timer started ticking the list.

Wen Xiaohui opened his sore eyes and barely got up from the back seat: "Hmm, here it is?"

"Here." The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, a little impatient.  The night driver stayed up all night, but few were in a good mood, let alone a drunkard.

A fair and beautiful face appeared in the rearview mirror. Although his eyelids were swollen and his hair was messy, he still saw delicate features, a sharp chin, and his skin that could be broken by a blow. It looked like a boy and a girl.

Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath, "How much is it?"

"46."

Wen Xiaohui's hand in paying for the money stopped, and the tone rose up: "How much?"

"look by youself."

Wen Xiaohui yawned, cleared his throat, and his voice was twelve points sober: "I said, Master, are you kidding me? I might walk more than you on the road from Sanlitun to my house, without traffic jams.  Under the circumstances, 35 is dead. Where did you go and come back?"

The driver looked a little guilty: "There was a car accident at Chaoyang Hospital, I went around a little..."

"Wow, did you go around a little bit? Turn around a little bit bigger. Let's go to Fragrant Mountain to watch the sunrise. Watching me drink too much, am I stupefied? I'll tell you, I can't fall a thousand cups.  He also has the eyes open." Wen Xiaohui took out 35 yuan and threw it in the front seat, "That's it."

The driver quit, and said coarsely: "That's not good, you give me these to make me run for nothing?"

"Oh, you can't run in vain. I drank a lot last night, or should I unload you in the car?" Wen Xiaohui made a retching motion.

The driver cursed: "It's all right, you go quickly, I'm unlucky."

Wen Xiaohui rolled his eyes, pushed the door and got out of the car. Before closing the window, the driver cursed: "A stinky second chair."

Wen Xiaohui turned around abruptly when he heard the words: "Fuck-your uncle, who the hell are you scolding..." He flew up and kicked the car door.

The driver slammed on the accelerator and ran away.

Wen Xiaohui slammed into the air, so angry that he compared his middle finger to the direction of the taxi, and then sneezed fiercely. He sniffed and muttered: "Fool...tsk, you won't catch a cold."  Not dare to delay, he ran home quickly, and if he didn't sneak home before his mother woke up, he would be finished.

When he walked downstairs home, he saw a woman in a black trench coat from a long distance. She was tall and thin, with a graceful figure. A pair of stilettos was naked up-bare, slender, white and tender calves, and thick black hair casually draped over his shoulders.  Wearing sunglasses early in the morning, the pair of red lips on the snow-white face are very beautiful.  He silently gave this woman an eight-point score in his heart, but he immediately realized that something was wrong, how could this woman become more familiar with her.

"Xiaohui." The woman took off his sunglasses after he approached. As expected, she was a very beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows, a straight nose and pointed jaw, but her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she was obviously crying.  Passed, and cried quite hard.