This superpower is unreliable.

At around six in the morning, the small town of Wendi welcomed a new day. The air was a little cool under the morning light. If you took a deep breath, you could probably smell the dew. Perhaps this is the source of the "freshness" in what people call "absorbing fresh air."

There weren't many people on the street, it was quiet and deserted. Except for the breakfast shop owner who had already opened his shop to do business, all other shops were still closed.

This is the most obvious difference between a small town and a city. A small town always wakes up later.

Because time passes slower for them.

Time is also passing just as slowly as the yellow wings are shaking and the past is being reviewed.

The two looked at each other for about half a minute, and no one spoke for a while.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The sound of a dog barking not far from the roadside brought Huang Chi back to his senses.

She first glanced at her cell phone, the time on the screen showed six thirty-five.

There are also more than a dozen messages sent by Wen Guzhi.

And the missed call from Wutong Wen Guzhi.

Huang Chiyao involuntarily turned the phone over, rubbing the back of the phone back and forth with both hands. He glanced left and right for a few times, then turned his gaze back to Wen Guzhi and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Wen, although it's very presumptuous, can I get in your car first and then explain to you?"

Although Huang Guojian has already gone out to work, Huang Chiyao is still worried that his neighbors will open their businesses soon.

By then, no matter how innocent her and Wen Guzhi were, it would be considered an affair when it got to her father's ears.

Wen Guzhi finally spoke the first words he said after seeing the yellow wings shaking.

"it is good."

He took the luggage from Huang Chiyao's hand and put it in the back seat, then opened the passenger door, held the door frame to let Huang Chiyao go in first, and then returned to the driver's seat.

"Are you OK?"

He didn't rush to drive, but asked about Huang Chiyao's situation first.

Huang Chiyao was used to seeing Wen Guzhi's usually smooth and clean white face, but now seeing his stubbled chin and dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Boss Wen, did you drive here directly from Qing'an? Did you wait for a long time?"

"Answer me first, are you okay?"

Huang Chiyao was choked by Wen Guzhi's somewhat tough tone.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry, Mr. Wen."

Oops, he seemed to feel that he was tricked by her, so he was a little angry.

After chatting with his mother last night, Huang Chiyao was so tired that he fell asleep directly and even forgot to turn on his mobile phone again. He was in a hurry to go out in the morning and hadn't paid attention to it since he turned it on.

Who would have thought that I would see Wen Guzhi as soon as I went out. It felt like a dream, and I was shocked to realize that I forgot to explain everything clearly to Wen Guzhi last night.

Indeed, after leaving those three words "Fake, save me" and then disappearing, and seeing her in good health the next day, anyone would think she was playing a trick on them.

But she really didn't mean it. She just wanted to let Wen Guzhi know that she was forced to post that message, and she didn't want him to take it seriously, otherwise she would have no chance to work at Zhixin Technology.

How to do.

Huang Chiyao couldn't help but scratch the seat belt on his chest.

"I'm not blaming you, don't be afraid."

Wen Guzhi sighed.

"I'm just, worried about you."

Huang Chiyao paused as he was holding the seat belt with both hands, then he grabbed it even tighter, until even his nails dug into his palms.

"Let's go first. Do you want to go back to Xundao? I'll take you back."

Huang Chiyao watched his home in the rearview mirror gradually moving away and then disappearing completely.

My originally uneasy heart finally felt at ease.

Wen Guzhi first explained the reason why he was here.

"When I saw the few words you replied to me, I almost called the police. But after carefully rereading the first paragraph you sent, you said it was because of family reasons. I guessed that you would say that because it was related to your family, so it shouldn't be life-threatening."

Huang Chiyao thought to himself, maybe.

If she was locked up longer, or if she was more confused...

She shook her head slightly, trying to prevent herself from falling back into her previous mental state and focus her attention back on Wen Guzhi's words.

"But, Rotman suddenly called me last night and asked me if she could give you a small gift to thank you for taking her out to play. What should I give you?"

A small gift?

As soon as he heard this word, Huang Chiyao became alert. Could it be that Luo Tuomen arranged to deliver the letter? But according to her mother's analysis, what was her purpose in doing so?

"To be honest, I have never liked Rotman. We obviously parted on bad terms that day, and I don't believe that someone like her would give you a gift. I'm afraid she would do something bad to you. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I still couldn't help but look up your address and come to find you overnight."

"Now that I see you are safe and sound, I feel relieved. So can you tell me now what happened?"

Huang Chiyao's mood was somewhat up and down because of Wen Guzhi's words. He was glad that he was not angry, but he also felt a little embarrassed to talk about his experiences in the past few days.

But in the end she told Wen Guzhi everything.

After that, there was silence in the car for a long time.

Huang Chiyao tried to break the awkward atmosphere and smirked a few times: "Haha, doesn't it look like a TV drama?"

"You... have done a great job." Wen Guzhi slowed down the car and spoke slowly.

"It's okay. You're free now."

Huang Chi shook his head slightly but said nothing.

She still has a long way to go before she can be free.

Wen Guzhi continued, "Your father may just be doing what he thinks is right for you. Although it may be a little extreme, I believe he really wants the best for you. If you communicate well, you will gradually understand each other."

"Unlike me, I didn't even have a chance to communicate with my father."

Huang Chiyao originally wanted to refute, but when he heard Wen Guzhi's next sentence, his heart choked.

"Boss Wen, your father..."

"Just call me by my name in private. You don't have to be so polite."

Realizing that Wen Guzhi was trying to change the subject, Huang Chiyao paused.

"This isn't appropriate. Besides being my boss, you're also Su Jin's cousin. It doesn't seem right to call you by your name."

"Rules only apply to superiors and subordinates and outside of private areas."

There was a red light ahead, and Wen Guzhi stopped the car, turned his head and looked at Huang Chiyao with a smile in his eyes. Although Wen Guzhi was not as clean and refreshing as before, he was gentler than ever.

Huang Chi looked at him without blinking.

Wen Guzhi moved closer to Huang Chiyao, only about a foot away from her.

The breaths of the two people approached each other, and then dispersed before they were about to entangle with each other, seeming close yet distant, yet reluctant to part.

She saw her own outline in his eyes.

"Privately, we are friends."

"Isn't it?"

The green light came on, and Wen Guzhi resumed his normal sitting position and drove. The car accelerated forward, and Huang Chi leaned half of his body against the back of the chair. After noticing his own heartbeat, he turned his body to the other side and looked out the window.

She didn't know when she became friends with Wen Guzhi.

Where did the word "friend" come from?

Was it the last time we went to the wetland park?

No, maybe earlier.

It was after the “Garden Construction Talk” at the Methodist Memorial Gardens.

The flamboyant flowers were exceptionally gorgeous that day.