Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 348

Emily was not at home, and Wendy had searched for an umbrella for a long time but could not find one.

In the end, she could only put on a coat and run out.

Walking out of the building hall, she saw the parked white Land Rover with the front and rear wipers swinging and the rain falling on the car.

Wendy looked up at the dark sky, put her hands over her head, and ran quickly to open the door.

When Wendy got in the car, in addition to the salty smell of rain, there is the smell of tobacco and the pungent smell of alcohol.

The smell of alcohol...

Wendy could not help but frown.

Charlie was smoking on the steering wheel when he heard the sound. He turned his head and looked over. Seeing that her hair on her forehead had been wet by the rain, he frowned and asked, "Why don't you take an umbrella?"

"Have you been drinking?"

They asked almost at the same time.

Wendy frowned, seeing the red blood in his eyes and the smell of alcohol on his breath, she was 100% sure he had been drinking, and he had drunk a lot. When she saw the keys to the car, she said in a hurry, "Charlie Hogg, do you want to die? Why did you drive over here when you were drinking, what if something happened!"

DUI was really dangerous, and even if he didn't get into an accident, wasn't he afraid of being caught by the police...

Charlie didn't drive here. After the social engagement, he called the designated driver, and the driver had left after sent him to this place.

His eyes focused on her wrinkled eyebrows, and said, "Wendy, are you concerned about me?"

"I didn't..." Wendy hastily denied and explained for herself. "I will kindly remind you even if you're a stranger. Don't drive if you've been drinking, for others, and for yourself."

"Haha." Charlie laughed in a self-deprecating way.

After that, he did not speak again. He was smoking, and as he breathed out smoke from the half-open window, raindrops fell on the back of his hand, but he did not seem to feel it at all.

In addition to the rain, there was a cold air brought in as well.

Wendy's shoulders trembled, and her curled up fingers were cold. She frowned and asked, "Charlie, why did you come here? If there's nothing else, I'll come up..."

"You can't wait to leave?" Charlie suddenly shouted. "..." Wendy pursed her lips.

"Is Canada so good that you have to go back?" Charlie put out the cigarette in his hand, stared at her with his deep eyes, and said in a pushing tone, "I'm asking you, answer me!" Wendy didn't understand what he was asking until now. She clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I've booked the ticket."

Peng!

Suddenly, Charlie raised his hand and smashed it on the steering wheel.

He made a very loud noise, which was buzzing in her ear.

Wendy was shocked, and when she looked over at him in panic, she saw the outline of his firm features suddenly approaching her, and before she had time to react, the back of her head was ruthlessly seized, "Hmm..."

His thin lips covered hers, and their tongues were tangled.