Trajectory 2: entangled curves

"Knock, knock, knock" the car window of the driver's door was knocked, and Zhuge Qinuo was almost scared to death. He covered his eyes and screamed.

There was no more terrifying movement, so she opened her eyes and looked out from between her slightly exposed fingers.

It turned out to be——Mibei.

This glance made her feel mixed emotions. This person never played by the rules. This made her previous mental activity a joke.

What is coming cannot be avoided. She rolled down the window and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mi Bei looked at her with a smile: "Are you scared? You're still willing to open the window? I thought you really would ignore me from now on."

Although when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of him, his sudden appearance made Zhuge Qinuo unable to think about his words: "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you leave?"

"It's too cold outside." Mi Bei answered the question irrelevantly.

"There's really nothing I can do about you. You're still standing there, get in the car." After Zhuge Qinuo finished speaking, Mi Bei had already walked towards the passenger seat.

She turned on the heat and air conditioning, then ran to the trunk and felt around.

When she opened the driver's door and sat in, Mi Bei spoke up: "You are so cruel. It's so cold in the middle of nowhere, and you left me here alone."

Is this, acting like a spoiled child? Zhuge Qinuo secretly found it funny.

"Stop!" He threw a large cloak to Mibei, "Is this okay?"

Mi Bei looked at the cape in his hand and said, "It's not that cold, with the cape and the air conditioner on."

Zhuge Qinuo also regretted his extra "thoughtfulness".

"Has the designated driver not arrived yet?" Mi Bei spoke first: "Even if he has arrived, you still have to give me a ride first. It's hard to get a taxi here."

"There is no designated driver." Zhuge Qinuo said, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Yes! I did it! Why don't you call a designated driver? Why do you ask me to do these things?" Mi Bei nodded obediently.

"I didn't expect you to follow me out. Although I don't know where she comes from, I guess she must have a backer, otherwise a newcomer... after all... In short, if you don't stay with her, it's best if someone of hers takes her in. My sixth sense tells me that it's not good to leave a girl there." Zhuge Qinuo suddenly didn't want to continue.

"What do you mean you didn't expect me to follow you out? You walked out by yourself without saying a word, leaving me there alone. Do you really want something to happen between me and her?" Mi Bei asked.

"You got the wrong point of what I said. My point is that after leaving us, she needs to have a place to stay." Zhuge Qinuo did not respond.

"Don't worry about her for now. Tell me first, what do you think will happen between her and me? Or what do you want to happen between me and her?" Zhuge Qinuo did not answer his question directly, but this was what he wanted to know, so he insisted on asking.

Zhuge Qinuo frowned: "What do you do with her? This is your business. What does it have to do with me?"

Indeed, what does it have to do with her?

Mi Bei was unable to refute, so he found another topic and asked casually: "Now that the work is done, you didn't call a designated driver, what's next?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Next? The people waiting for her in the car will come next."

"Still waiting? So, if I leave, you're going to wait here alone?" Mi Bei sat up straight in shock and looked sideways at Zhuge, "Why?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Why are there so many whys? Are you the author of "One Hundred Thousand Whys"? "

Mi Bei: "It's just the two of us. It's okay anyway. Just tell me!"

Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to answer, because the answer in her mind didn't say anything good about the heroine, and Mi Bei didn't seem to be very averse to the heroine. If they could become boyfriend and girlfriend in the future, wouldn't she be embarrassed? She didn't want to be a gossiper.

So she took out a small bag, found a pack of bread rolls, tore them open and started eating.

"Eat" and "talk", the mouth can only do one thing, she chose to eat.

Mibei: "Where did you get the bread?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I just took it from the trunk. I'm hungry."

Mi Bei: "You must be hungry. I am hungry too. Give me a pack."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Impossible."

Mibei: "Why? You have so much. Why don't you know how to share?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I just don't understand."

Mi Bei was about to grab it, but Zhuge Qinuo flexibly protected the snack bag with his left hand. Unexpectedly, Mi Bei snatched the bag in Zhuge's right hand: "You are crazy, I have eaten that."

Seeing that Mi Bei was about to bite it, which was too intimate, she quickly stopped him: "Hey, hey, hey, okay, share, take this."

Mibei took the small bag of snacks contentedly and ate the half-eaten bread.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Would you like some water?"

Mi Bei: "It's in the trunk too, right? I'll get it."

I quickly got out of the car and opened the trunk, and I heard his excited voice: "Wow, your trunk is a small warehouse for snacks."

Zhuge Qinuo was helpless: "Take whatever you want."

Mi Bei returned with a great harvest: "I opened the trunk so many times before, but I never realized that those boxes were full of food?"

After getting into the passenger seat, he handed her a bottle of electrolyte water.

Zhuge Qinuo took the water, raised her eyebrows, and was about to open it. The injury on her left hand made her a little hesitant to use force. She was about to change her position and twist the bottle again. Mi Bei, who had just sat down, hurriedly opened the bottle in his hand, handed it to her, and took the bottle from her hand: "Don't be stubborn, am I not a human being? It won't hurt to ask for help to open it."

She said "thank you" and took a sip while looking out the window.

She was surprised at her lack of defense against Mi Bei, as if he could take away everything from her without any hesitation. She was even more puzzled as to why he could take care of her so naturally without leaving any trace.

The two shared various snacks, their eyes fixed in the direction of the door.

Mi Bei suddenly said, "Why does it feel like the police are following us?"

"You still think it's funny, don't you?" Zhuge Qinuo said disdainfully, "It's good that we can keep an eye on her, but I'm afraid she won't come in through this door. You better keep your eyes open, if there's someone you know, take a picture quickly."

"Want to take pictures? Well, now the police have turned into paparazzi." Mi Bei joked.

"We've already waited. If we don't leave any evidence, it would be a waste of our time as policemen and paparazzi. Be more professional." Zhuge Qinuo responded seriously to Mi Bei's joke.

"It's so boring to be followed now. We have food and drinks, just tell us about the problem just now." Mi Bei was still trying hard.

"Let's first check whether her people have arrived." Zhuge Qinuo directly avoided Mi Bei's question.

"Her assistant had already returned and set off by then, so she should be here soon. We can't ask her whether she has actually arrived or not," Mi Bei replied.

Just as he finished speaking, a man walked out from the parking space at the hotel gate.

Mi Bei: "Hey, that looks like her agent. Why is it her agent?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Stop talking nonsense and take pictures."

Mi Bei: “This can’t be photographed clearly.”

Zhuge Qinuo: "Try your best. Just treat it as a clock in. By the way, you should send a message to her assistant to ask if she's here. No, send a voice message. One that's more than 15 seconds long."

Mibe did as he was told.

The other side replied that they had taken over and expressed their gratitude.

"Why?" Mi Bei asked again.

Zhuge Qinuo: "After all, it was you who brought her to this hotel and sent her to this room. It's always a good idea to be careful."

Mi Bei: "What if I don't come out?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You will bear all the consequences yourself."

Mi Bei: "I mean, if I don't come out, are you going to wait like this?"

no answer.

"Ah? Waiting all the time?" Mi Bei asked.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Wait for a while!"

Mibe: “And then?”

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then he left."

He stared at her as he asked each question. Her nervousness made him realize that she understood his "then" was about what she would think, but she chose not to answer.

Leaning back on the passenger seat, he didn't pursue the matter any further.