Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 42 The Divine Stick Is Not a Stick (5)

The man's car was parked on the side of the road. Jiang Que took on the task and drove directly to the destination.

Jiang Que stood outside, under the scorching sun, with mottled halos of light shining on him.

With a candy in his mouth that he hadn't finished eating, he leaned his slender body against the street lamp, waiting for the man to pay him and take him away.

There was no driver in the car. The man was driving himself, wearing a pair of white gloves that looked particularly strange in the hot summer.

"Mr. Jiang, please." The man first politely opened the car door for him.

Jiang Que glanced at him, stood on the side of the road, crushed the last lollipop in his mouth, and threw the stick into the trash can.

Looking at the man holding the car door, he smiled slightly: "Thank you."

The man nodded politely, indicating that he was welcome.

Jiang Que got into the car and the man started the engine.

The female ghost got into the car with Jiang Que, but Jiang Que sat on the passenger seat and she sat in the back.

She didn't understand how Jiang Que knew that this man would definitely look for him and pay him.

Jiang Que smiled and said nothing.

By the time you realize it, you wouldn't have worked for so many years and still be a ghost that can't even scare people.

Female ghost: "..."

Reject ghost body attacks.

As the engine started and the air conditioner turned on, Jiang Que smelled a faint scent of gardenia.

Jiang Que turned his head and glanced at the man who was driving intently, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This familiar smell.

Where have you heard it before?

Perhaps he felt Jiang Que's gaze.

The man who was driving also glanced at him from the corner of his eye and raised his lips slightly: "Is there something wrong with you looking at me like this, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Que leaned his head lazily against the car window and shook his head when he heard that: "No, I just thought you looked familiar, as if I've seen you somewhere before."

The man paused and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are joking. This is the first time we meet."

"Is this really the first time?"

Jiang Que asked back.

After continuous questioning, the man who was driving obviously didn't want to answer these boring questions. He let out a gloomy aura, which collided with Jiang Que's casual and calm attitude, forming a strong oppression that made people breathless in the small space.

The sparks created by the invisible collision will not let anyone go.

The female ghost hid at the back and felt that something was not right. She was so quiet that she dared not speak.

In the end, the man was the first to give in. When he stopped the car and waited for the traffic light, he took the time to look at Jiang Que and said word by word: "Of course it's the first time, Mr. Jiang, you worry too much."

Even when he was explaining, the man seemed elegant and gentlemanly, and there was nothing to fault with him.

Jiang Que didn't say anything else, leaning against the car window and closing his eyes.

The female ghost sat in the back of the car and pulled her head around for fun.

As she was playing, she suddenly looked at the rearview mirror and saw the man driving the car staring at her through the mirror with a sinister look.

Perhaps because he saw that she had discovered him, the corners of the man's mouth curled up strangely, and his face suddenly turned into that of another person, with a strange and terrifying red light.

The strong aura of evil spirits seemed to devour her.

The female ghost was scared away on the spot.

He disappeared into the back seat in a flash.

As soon as Jiang Que opened his eyes, he saw the man's face that had not yet changed back to normal. He was an old man, and looked quite scary.

The old man turned his head to meet Jiang Que's gaze and gave him a mysterious smile.

Jiang Que slowly closed his eyes again, intending to go back to sleep.

He must have woken up in the wrong way.

Otherwise, how could I see a ghost in broad daylight?

When Jiang Que opened his eyes again, the old man with red light was still driving.

Perhaps he found this interesting, the man had no intention of changing back.

Jiang Que held his forehead and closed his eyes again.

Sorry, he was embarrassed by the ugly.