Summer looked at the grey cotton-padded shirt in the driver's hand. Tears immediately flowed out of her eyes.
She could not explain why she cried. She just suddenly felt very sad.
The driver was a middle-aged man. When he saw Summer crying, he scratched his head anxiously. "Don't cry. Others would think that I had done something to you!"
Summer broke into tears and smiled, "Thank you. I'm not afraid of the cold. You still have to drive late, right? I'm in good health and I'll be fine.
She was really not cold now, because her heart was warm.
However, the driver thought that Summer did not like his coat, so he did not say anything else. Summer got out of the car and watched the taxi drive away before she took out her phone and called Jessica.
As soon as the phone rang, she heard a familiar ringing nearby.
Then, she heard Jessica's voice not far away, "Hey, are you there?"
Summer hung up the phone and waved to Jessica. "I'm here."
Jessica ran over, wrapped up like a dumpling, with a coat in her hand.
"Holy shit, it's so cold. It's almost 10 degrees below zero. Did you come over from the banquet dressed like this?" Jessica said and rudely put the coat in her hand on Summer.
Summer sniffed, "Yes, everyone was looking at me along the way. I feel like a badass." They returned to Jessica's house together.
Jessica didn't have much time at home, so her house was a little messy.
The room was well heated, and Jessica poured Summer a cup of hot water as soon as they entered.
When they were outside, Jessica did not notice the state of Summer. Now that the room was alight with lamps, Jessica discovered that Summer's eyes were red.
Jessica frowned and sat down beside her. "What's going on with you?"
"Ah? Nothing. It's just that when I got off the car, the driver saw that I was wearing so little and wanted to give me his coat. I was so touched."
Seeing that she did not seem to be joking, Jessica nodded. "The society has more good people than bad after all." Then, she seemed to have thought of something and said, "A stranger's small actions can be particularly touching, while small faults of people beside us will be magnified infinitely. No matter how good he was to you in the past, it is useless."
Summer asked, "Are you talking about Carl?"
"Who's talking about that asshole?" Jessica sneered, "Men are the worst!"
Summer leaned back gently and did not say anything.
"If you're upset, let's drink. It's been a long time since we've had a drink together." As Jessica spoke, she went straightly to take the wine.
Summer even didn't have time to refuse her.
Last time, they went to a bar for a drink... Jessica loved to drink, but that didn't mean she drunk excessively.
She just drunk with the people close to her when she was off work.
Summer learned how to drink from Jessica.
After drinking half a bottle of red wine, they were already slightly drunk.
Jessica leaned her head against the sofa and spoke.
"I think Carl is a bitch!"
"Yes, so is Leonardo."
"There's too much gossip about Carl and he still said that he's innocent. Does he think I'm stupid?"
"Yes, Leonardo ... I don't think he has any."
"Carl..."
The ringtone interrupted Jessica's words. She squinted and looked at the caller ID, which was a string of unfamiliar numbers.
Jessica answered the phone, "What? Selling insurance? I won't buy it!"
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