Heavy rain, Wutong alley. Gu Sanye leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and she walked outside the car with her chest in her arms, soft and fragile like a white lilac. The black Buick came to a slow stop, Qingxi turned her head, and a stern picture appeared in the car window. An indifferent face. She bit her lip, and sat in obediently. 1: Overhead Republic of China, sweet text. 2: The shopkeeper of a charming restaurant X car tycoon Gu Sanye.