Chapter 1242 — Prophet Shu Prophesies Again
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"All right, all right, one more mouthful!" Shen Yushu raised her bowl and drained it in a single breath.
"Wei Zhao, how are we going today?" Gu Mengyao glanced at Feng Xiaoxiao and asked.
Before, Wei Zhao had always driven himself to pick up Feng Xiaoxiao and Tang Zhi for school, while Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu rode in Uncle Qing's car. But now that Feng Xiaoxiao had moved into the villa, Wei Zhao driving himself would be a needless complication; better that he and Feng Xiaoxiao should ride along too, and only stop to pick up Tang Zhi.
Previously, Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Tang Zhi had not been especially close, and Tang Zhi had felt a little out of place after riding in their car a few times. But now, with Feng Xiaoxiao as the link between them, they got along far better — they had gone out together, and even slept together at night, so relations were naturally not what they once were.
Now even riding in the same car, Tang Zhi felt no awkwardness.
"Then let's all ride in Uncle Qing's car, and pick Yunyun up on the way." Wei Zhao saw what the young mistress meant and nodded.
Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Uncle Qing's Bentley with some envy. "This car is really something. I'd love to drive it myself!"
Feng Xiaoxiao was a car lover, unlike the young mistress and Xiaoshu, who had no particular feeling for cars.
"Then how about you take over as driver?" Wei Zhao said with a smile.
Wei Zhao was much more easygoing now, no longer cautious about everything.
Ever since he had offered his resignation, Wei Zhao's relations with the young mistress, with Xiaoshu, and with Uncle Qing had all grown far more harmonious. Nominally he was still a bodyguard and attendant, but anyone could see that both Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu treated him as a friend.
Uncle Qing, for his part, regarded Wei Zhao as his savior, so he would never refuse any suggestion of Wei Zhao's: "Let Miss Feng drive?"
"Better not. The car is too big — I'm afraid I couldn't handle it!" Feng Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and sat obediently in the back.
"Wait till the weekend. Have Uncle Qing bring the car over, and we'll go somewhere open to practice," Wei Zhao said with a smile.
A Bentley — with Wei Zhao's current means, he could afford to pay for it even if it were smashed to pieces. And even if it were, Gu Pengzhan would never make Wei Zhao pay for it.
"Miss Gu, Mr. Lin, shall we go pick up Miss Tang?" Since Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao were riding in the car today too, Uncle Qing naturally thought of the question of Tang Zhi, and asked as he started the engine.