Since Yan Su drank some red wine, Zhen Ai drove back.

Along the way, neither of them spoke.

Although the dinner was spent without any wind or waves, the atmosphere after that was always embarrassing and embarrassing, and it was lingering.

Zhen Ai was very depressed, and her only comfort was Yan Su's protection.

Thinking of these days in New York, Yan Su always had warmth for her in the subtleties. But considering his personality, she couldn't guess what he was thinking. She wanted to figure it out, but she didn't understand what she wanted to figure out.

This wedding was a mess.

Jasmin's questions and Yan Su's attitude made her calm heart mess up. She clearly made up her mind and left after the wedding, but at the dining table, why did he target Jasmin so harshly and defend her so hard?

What the hell is he thinking?

On the road with a car Mercedes-Benz in the dark night, Zhen Ai remembered the question he asked at the wedding and finally spoke ruthlessly: "Your personality shouldn't be in love, right?"

At that time, Yan Su was closing his eyes to rest. After listening to her words, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he raised his eyes and looked at her face in the mirror in the car. Without blinking for a moment, he said, "What kind of personality do I have?"

In the small mirror, her expression remained unchanged, and she was still focused on the road ahead, but her voice suddenly lost confidence: "I don't know."

He withdrew his gaze and looked indifferently at the darkness ahead: "So there is something wrong with your question. I don't know what kind of personality I have, and I also asked me if a person with this personality can't fall in love..."

Zhen Ai was a little confused by his seriousness and interrupted him dissatisfiedly: "Everything must be analyzed from a rational perspective, rejecting any emotional factors. If it is not expressed or there is no emotion in itself. It has a high IQ and no emotional intelligence. It never considers the worldly style in his mind. He has a noble personality and is rational and clear."

Yan Su was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Except for the last sentence, everything you said before does not fall into the category of 'character'."

“…”

Zhen Ai suddenly turned her head to look at him, with a terrible savage: "So you want to discuss logic and definition with me now?"

Yan Su was stunned for a moment and replied in a regular manner: "It's okay not to say it now."

He paused for a moment, and saw that Zhen Ai didn't speak, and spoke tiberally:

"I don't know that you infer from nǎ that my 'this personality' will not have feelings. Is it because I am more indifferent to my work without adding feelings? Do people always keep in mind about feelings at work? Are you like this? Go to school and class with feelings, and go to work with feelings to talk about children? Because I don't like to act emotionally, I don't have feelings? You are really illogical..."

"I didn't hear a word about what you are talking about." Zhen Ai thought she was struggling, but this guy still looked upright and worried. She really felt that she would be angry to death by him.

For the first time, she wanted to be willful and interrupted him in a mess, "Ahhh? Are you talking? Why are there a buzzing sound of a buzzing bug in my ears?"

Yan Su shut up and looked at her silently and quietly. The mottled lights outside the car passed through his handsome face, unable to see his emotions.

The car suddenly fell into a dim tranquility, and Zhen Ai's heart was stagnant for a moment.

He looked at her and suddenly untied his seat belt and came over. Zhen Ai glanced at him approaching and was startled, and wanted to hide but had nowhere to go.

The next second his ironing breath sprayed on her face, which was so hot that it was burning, with a very light mellow aroma of red wine, and a rare miso.

His lips were almost against her delicate ears, and his voice was low, "Can you hear it clearly?"

"Who told you that I have no feelings?"

Now, Zhen Ai's mind was really buzzing, the heat on her face suddenly evaporated, and her mind was blank.

The car turned rapidly, and the traffic police set up a temporary road inspection in front. Her heartbeats, and she came back to her senses and stepped on the brakes in a hurry, but it turned into the accelerator...

The car roared and crashed into the police car. For a moment, the sirens croaked and shouted loudly.

Yansu sat down calmly.

Zhen Ai was embarrassed and frustrated, lying on the steering wheel without looking up. It was not until the police came to knock on the glass that she got out of the car in a proper manner.

The final penalty was a deduction of points and fines, plus compensation for the maintenance costs of the police car.

Zhen Ai was speechless. He looked at Yan Su. He was still straight, standing in the night by the car, looking calmly. A faint smile hung on the corner of his lips, as if he had succeeded. His deep eyes were quite gloating.

Zhen Ai was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and felt like she was dazed by the blood. She turned around and said something to the policeman who was issuing the ticket, which probably meant that someone above me was.

As soon as this was said, the police looked at her silently for a while, put away the ticket, and took out the handcuffs. This was a humiliation and contempt of the police. He ordered harshly: "turn around."

Zhen Ai held her head up, and was righteous and determined not to change her mind.

The situation suddenly developed to this point, and Yan Su was also surprised. Just as he was about to walk over, the policeman had already twisted Zhen Ai's shoulder, twisted and pushed her, pressed her on the police car, and pulled her hand over her back.

Yan Su stopped and looked at Zhen Ai quietly.

The bright red police light flashed on her fair face, she raised her chin slightly, cold and fearless. The pair of dark eyes looked straight at him, with obvious provocation and disdain.

It seems that after knowing her for so long, this moment is her truest look. There is no tolerance, no self-restraint, no disguise, no dullness.

Yan Su was silent for a long time and took a step back to clear the boundaries. Then, he said without changing his face: "I'm not my business, I'll leave first."

Zhen Ai: ""

Her eyes moved slightly, and she saw that he was as calm and free as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Zhen Ai felt that her indifference for more than 20 years had been broken, and she really wanted to scold him with swear words! She racked her brains, but she couldn't even say a word.

The car tires made a "huh" sound to the ground, and quickly left the police car that had been hit before, and quickly fell out.

Zhen Ai's eyes were red. It was his whim that he was so kind to her these days. Now that the tide has faded, he is too lazy to pay attention to her. But her heart has long been drowned, bastard!

However, the car did not turn.

Zhen Ai was stunned, opened her eyes wide, and watched the car driving upside down like an arrow shot from the string, accurately crashing into a intact police car behind.

Although the car was braked the moment it hit, it could not stop the police car from croaking and shouting at the top of its throat.

The police and his friends were shocked.

Yan Su walked out of the car with a peaceful expression, walked through the vast night and the shining red lights, and walked to the shocked Zhen Ai, and unexpectedly grinned, like a naughty child.

After laughing, he turned around slowly and gracefully to face the police. He did not forget to put his hand behind his back, and looked back at the stunned policeman with a very cooperative look, as if he was saying: Is that true?

Half an hour later...

Behind the iron railings of the police station's temporary guard room, Yan Su stood upright, putting his hands in his windbreaker pocket, leaning against the wall and silently.

His expression was quiet, and he occasionally lowered his eyes and looked at Zhen Ai at his feet.

Zhen Ai was squatting on the ground and drawing circles.

There were also several happy teenagers in the same room who were imprisoned, sitting on the ground singing happily, not sure if they had drunk too much or smoked marijuana.

The noise was too loud, and Zhen Ai was very happy when she heard it. She knew that Yan Su had never endured the noise.

She looked up at him gloatingly, but he was calm and calm, with shallow eyes hanging down, and he was melodious.

Zhen Ai turned her head coldly.

A policeman came over, knocked on the iron window with a stick, and shouted impatiently: "You guys are quieter!"

The teenagers quickly shut up and waited for the police to leave, and began to whisper again.

A man turned his head and saw Yan Su, and asked with his big tongue, "Hey, brothers, were you also caught in after lifting the beautiful woman's skirt and touching her thigh?"

Zhen Ai couldn't help laughing.

Yan Su Qingjun's face turned pale, and he suddenly regretted his inexplicable illogical collision with the police car.

Seeing that he ignored him with a cold face, the young man felt bored, and his eyes moved to Zhen Ai again, and nodded in a conscious way: "It turns out that the woman was caught."

Now, it was Yan Su's turn to lightly curl the corners of his lips.

Zhen Ai:...

She is so serious, she looks like she is standing on the street?

A few young people went to sing happily again.

Zhen Ai squatted on the ground, lowered her head and poked the ground with her fingers.

Yan Su looked at her and saw that she seemed to be really unhappy. She thought about it and had nothing to say:

"There are at least dozens of people coming in and leaving every day in this guard room.

Usually the people who are detained are minors or at the bottom of society. Their shoes have traveled an average of 50,000 to 60,000 meters before cleaning up. All kinds of mud, garbage, dirt, bacteria and viruses on the road will touch the soles of the shoes.

So when you poke the ground now, it's like touching all the paths they've walked."

...

The teenager next to him listened with a terrifying look on his face. Brothers, is it really okay to pick up a conversation like this?

Of course there is a problem!

Zhen Ai's hand poked the ground even harder, as if he was poking his head.

After saying that, Yan Su slowly realized without reminding him. He quietly discovered that the atmosphere seemed even more wrong.

Yan Su touched his head and muttered: "I mean, stop poking, if you poking it hurts your hand..."

After saying that, he felt illogical and pretentious. He touched his nose awkwardly and continued, "Cough, your hands are not so easy to hurt, but they may poke the nails. Well, yes, nails,"

He looked at it, "Well, you never have nails..."

"Puff!" Zhen Ai lowered her head and endured it for a long time without laughing. After laughing, she tightened her voice, "Tsk! Don't bother to find something, you are really not good at it."

Yan Su was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and he really stopped talking.

After a while, he looked at the white light opposite the iron railing and said slowly: "Go to the movie later!"

Zhen Ai turned her head to look at him, a little surprised.
To be continued...