Sandbox love never dies

In August in Manchester, the air seemed to be slightly cool and quiet. The airport was full of people on their way. "Lia, did you hear me?" Ophelia pulled her suitcase and walked towards the underground parking lot. She was wearing a pair of brown sandals, a long floral dress and a thin white coat, looking playful and neat. The delicate little face that couldn't be concealed by the sunglasses attracted the pedestrians who were hurrying on the road to look back at her frequently. "Hey!" When the woman's irritable voice came from the Bluetooth headset again, Ophelia finally said helplessly: "Sera, I'm looking for a car, can you wait a moment?" "Didn't your brother say before that he would pick you up?" On this side, Ophelia finally found the car. She freed one hand and pressed the button on the car key, and the headlights came on. Sierra kept talking: "Five years, you finally come back to Manchester City and this is the treatment? How could the Jones family treat you like this." After getting in the car, Ophelia started the car and explained to her: "I told them not to come. The flight from Roma to Manchester City was seriously delayed. I was afraid of making them wait for a long time, so it's better to leave a car for me." The lighting in the underground parking lot was dim. Ophelia didn't dare to drive fast, and looked around through the car window while driving. This place was quite big, and she couldn't find the exit for a while. "Well, you're not leaving this time, are you?" "No, I'm planning to open a studio, and I've found a location." Sera was quiet for a few seconds, and coughed lightly: "If you run into Frandsen, wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Ophelia was stunned for a second when she suddenly heard Frandsen's name, and then she said lightly: "It's been five years, why are you still embarrassed?" "You are not just an ex-boyfriend, he is a member of the Jones family, and you have such a deep bond with the Jones family, you have to call him brother." "I..." Ophelia hadn't finished speaking yet, a beam of light suddenly shot in front of her, her eyes were stung, she subconsciously turned her face, and then she heard a "bang". The car hit something and stopped suddenly. Due to inertia, her body fell forward, her chest was hit by the steering wheel and it hurt a little, and her mind was confused. Ophelia's heart beat a little faster, she came to her senses and looked forward, her car had hit a black sports car. The collision was quite heavy, and the front of the black car was dented. "What's wrong? What sound did I hear?" Sera's voice came into her ears. "I won't tell you for now." Ophelia took off her Bluetooth headset and threw it on the passenger seat, and hurriedly got out of the car. At the same time, the passenger seat of the black supercar was also opened, and a woman with a curvy figure wrapped in a tight black skirt came down, with big wavy hair, full of charm. At first glance, it matches the sports car quite well. The car window has an anti-peep film. From Ophelia's perspective, she can't see the situation in the car at all, so she naturally falls on the lady in front of her. She knew that she was distracted and hit the car first, so she apologized sincerely and took the initiative: "I'm sorry, miss, it's my fault. Please see how I should pay." Ophelia's eyes swept across the place where the two cars were connected, and she couldn't help but "tsk tsk" in her heart. The woman didn't care at all, just glanced at the car casually: "It's okay, it's just a small matter." Does this mean that there is no need to pay? Ophelia couldn't help but think that the girl was really rich, as this sports car didn't look cheap at all. At this time, the driver's door was also opened. A hand was on the door. The fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. It was a man's hand. Ophelia's first glance fell on the ring on the man's finger. Like Ophelia, the woman also looked back when she heard the movement behind her. When she didn't see the man, she curled her red lips and said, "Sen, what do you think? How about forgetting it?" Ophelia was stunned for a moment, sen? Soon, her uneasiness was confirmed. The real owner of the car got out of the car slowly, his hand still on the door, and just unscrupulously accepted her surprised gaze. Both of them were silent. Ophelia still looked at him, forgetting to react for a moment. It was not until the indifference in Frandsen's eyes pierced her heart that she slowly turned her eyes away. She said, why did that ring look so familiar? She had an identical one, which she was wearing on her right hand. The woman was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two of them. She still had a smile on her face as she walked step by step to Frandsen's side and naturally put her arm around his. Against the backdrop of Frandsen's tall and thin body, her nearly 1.7-meter height looked so petite. One was full of wildness, the other was charming and lovely, and they seemed to be a good match. "I think you should compensate me." Frandsen glanced at her hand that was wrapped around him, and then spoke. The woman couldn't help but glance at him. According to her understanding, the second young master of the Jones family was usually the most afraid of trouble and the most generous in spending money, but he had a bad temper and could not be easily provoked, so she did not bother with Ophelia just now, just to avoid making him unhappy. As a result, he was the one who bothered. "Okay, then how do you say I should compensate you?" Ophelia said calmly. The love she once had turned into a silent bayonet, making people unable to move, leaving only a strange chill. Frandsen glanced at the collision and said, "I'm not a mechanic, let's find a professional to take a look." Ophelia still nodded, with a polite smile on her face, and turned to walk towards her car. A minute later, she took a small card from the car and came down, walked quickly in front of the two people, and handed the card to the woman. "My phone number is here. Please call me after confirming the cost. The money will be in my account." The woman was stunned for a moment, looked at Frandsen with a pale face, and reached out to take the card. "Miss, are you going to leave just like that?" Frandsen spoke again when Ophelia turned around. Ophelia looked at him: "What else do you want?" "What if you don't answer the phone? Who will pay for the car repair?" Pretend, really good at pretending. Ophelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said in a nice voice: "I will answer it." "I don't believe it." He said seriously. The woman was surprised and looked at Frandsen again. He had a very frank expression. Who would dare to believe that Frandsen, the playboy of the Jones family, was actually a person who loved to haggle. "My address is Lanlin Apartment." Ophelia. "Excuse me, can I leave?" Ophelia. Frandsen pulled his lips and smiled softly: "Of course." After Ophelia drove away, Frandsen's smile quickly disappeared. He took the card from the woman's hand and took a look at it.