It wasn't until she stepped out of the hotel gate that Cindy Smith let the cold wind blow in front of her, and she realized it belatedly. She was still holding Otis Ray's hand.
He hurriedly let go, "Cough...Sorry Otis, I was a little confused just now, I didn't notice. Shall we go back now, where is your car, you drank, let me drive."
Otis Ray's hands were empty all of a sudden, and so was his heart.
But thinking that I have already pulled enough money today, and Cindy Smith must not be in a good mood now.
So he smiled, "It's okay, didn't I just forget? You don't need to drive. There is a driver and my special assistant. I'll let them drive over."
Ten minutes later, the black Bentley was already driving smoothly on the elevated road.
As soon as the baffle between the front and rear s
