Chapter 1 The Second Miss of the Shen Family
There were people coming and going at the airport, and a woman's sweet voice announced the flight on the radio.
When the plane from California to City A landed, the passengers came out in droves.
A thin girl dragged her suitcase out of the passageway. She was wearing a T-shirt with English letters on her upper body, a pair of dark blue pencil pants on her lower body, and her naturally curly hair was tied into a ponytail.
Her skin is very white, her tall stature, and her clean and quiet temperament make her very conspicuous in the crowd.
Lao Wang, who came to pick up the plane, saw her at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the suitcase in her hand: "Second Miss."
Shen Youran glanced around, and there was no one else except Lao Wang. Coming to pick him up at the airport, she smiled slightly at herself.
Maybe it was because she had been abroad for so long that no one remembered that she, Shen Youran, existed.
But it doesn’t matter, everything will come soon.
After leaving the airport, Shen Youran got into the car and closed her eyes to rest. Lao Wang put the suitcase in the trunk, opened the door and got into the driver's seat. He looked back and saw her closing her eyes, but stopped talking.
Before coming, the eldest lady had promised to take the second lady to Gu's house for dinner, but he had to ask the second lady for her own wishes.
Seeing that she had her eyes closed at this moment, he thought she was asleep and did not speak. He started the car and drove into the traffic lane.
After more than ten hours of flying, Shen Youran fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. He was woken up by the piercing sound of the horn not long after he slept.
Seeing that the car was parked and not moving, she glanced out the window. She was in the center of the city at the moment. The bustling streets were crowded with people, and the towering buildings were majestic in the sun.
She rubbed the corners of her tired eyes: "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"
Lao Wang glanced at her in the rearview mirror: "Second Miss, there are often traffic jams on this road. Please sleep a little longer. I will call you when you arrive."
Shen Youran's sleep is very light, and once she is woken up Just can't sleep anymore. The car in front stopped after a while, and Lao Wang followed suit and slid forward, pushing and shoving forward.
About half an hour later, Shen Youran completely lost her patience. The car in front of her was moving, and she asked Lao Wang to pass from the side.
Lao Wang is a veteran driver of the Shen family. He has good driving skills. He passed several cars in a row according to the method taught by Shen Youran.
There was a Maybach that seemed to be in a hurry and was frequently overtaking other vehicles. Lao Wang accidentally rear-ended it. Fortunately, the speed was not high and no one on either side was injured. They only damaged the other party's car.
Lao Wang turned pale with fright, and stuttered: "Second young lady... what should I do, Miss?"
The owner of the car looked like he was either rich or noble, and there was that With a unique license plate number, he must be someone not easy to mess with.
Shen Youran frowned slightly, pursed her lips and got out of the car, walked up and knocked on the other person's car window.
The man in the driver's seat was unbuckling his seat belt and was about to get out of the car to check the condition of the car. When he heard someone knocking on the car window, he raised his head and looked at Shen Youran through the car window.
He slowly lowered the window. Before he could speak, Shen Youran spoke first: "Do you have paper and pen?"
Xiao Cheng didn't know why and looked at her blankly until Shen Youran repeated it again After asking "Do you have paper and pen?", he handed her the paper and pen as if waking up from a dream.
He just saw in the rearview mirror that the girl got out of the car behind, and she must be the perpetrator.
Shen Youran skillfully wrote down a series of phone calls and then the person's name.
Maybe it was too profound. Three years later, she could still recite that person's phone number backwards and forwards.
(End of this chapter)