99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

I was stunned for a moment. This voice... sounded familiar.

But my confused thoughts couldn't figure it out for the moment, and I replied I'm at

the intersection of the traffic light. Can you see me?"

"I'm wearing a blue dress."

"Be more specific, which intersection is it?"

"It's the pick-up point I marked."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone:

Finally, he sighed as if helpless: "I'm Tristan. Did you get drunk?"

"Tristan...Franco?"

I frowned and looked at the phone number again. My brain, which had short- circuited, finally cleared up a bit.

"Sorry, I just attended my best friend's birthday party and drank some wine. I dialed the wrong number..."

Tristan was silent for a moment and asked, "Has the driver not arrived yet?"

I guessed: "Not yet, maybe it's too far away and still on the way..."

Tristan said, "Then keep talking to me on the phone. How can the driver contact you?"

This time it was my turn to be silent, and I laughed awkwardly: "Also, I forgot that.”

Just as I was about to hang up the phone, Tristan's voice sounded again: "Don't hang up the phone first. Check the

driver's location."

His voice came through the phone, and his deep voice seemed particularly gentle. "Tristan, you are so gentle..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, and he lightly laughed: "I'm afraid that if you hang up the phone, you will pass out on the

roadside after getting drunk. When you wake up and see this call record, you will probably hold me responsible."

Indeed, this is the real Tristan.

I complained in my heart, looked at the estimated time on my phone, and felt a bit melancholy: "It still takes more than ten minutes..."

"Cancel the order." Tristan paused for a moment and said directly, "Send me the address. I'll send someone to pick you up. It's safer."

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There was some noise on Tristan's side occasionally, as if he was also busy outside.

"I don't have to... it's too much trouble. I can call a taxi again," I said, feeling embarrassed to trouble him.

In the end, Annie, who was with me, explained the address to Tristan for me.

After the call was disconnected, Annie couldn't help asking me about the person who had just answered the phone: "Who was the person who answered your call just now? When did you meet him? I didn't know about it."

Three consecutive questions made me a bit at a loss.noveldrama

"I remember... I told you," I burped, half-closing my eyes and sitting on the roadside with Annie: "He is the blind date my mother introduced to me last week."

"So it's him?"

Fifteen minutes later, a Maybach stopped by the roadside.

Tristan got out of the car and saw me, dressed in a light blue dress, sitting obediently on the roadside with my friend.

He walked over quickly, looked at my red face and drunken consciousness, and then looked at Annie, who was still sober, and said, "I'll take you both home."

Annie looked at Tristan carefully and then let her guard down a bit.

She quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I can take a taxi myself. You just make sure to take her home safely."

Tristan didn't insist and nodded.

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"Alright, I'll call her when she gets home."

Annie nodded in agreement and left.

"Why did you come too?" I looked at Tristan, a bit surprised, "Didn't you send someone to pick me up?"

After all, Tristan looked like he was busy every day and couldn't spare the time. "Nearby, on the way," Tristan said indifferently.

I made an "oh" sound, and then tried to stand up, but my high heels accidentally

twisted, and I lost my balance and was about to fall to the ground.

The next second, I fell into a warm and sturdy embrace.

"Be careful," Tristan said, his voice cold but clear, as he caught me.

But with a wave of dizziness, my head felt even heavier.

I couldn't help but want to get closer to something cool to sober up a bit, so I

unconsciously buried my head in

Tristan's chest, where he was wearing a high-end suit.

The cool and smooth fabric of the suit made me want to rub my cheeks, which were hot from the alcohol.

"Stop fidgeting," Tristan said in a low voice, a bit hoarse, as he held me steadily and picked me up in his arms.

The driver quickly opened the back door for us to get in: "Mr. Franco, are we going to the villa or the young lady's home?"