Before Jas Black could answer, the driver added, "Is that your sister next to you? Young people nowadays, whether boys or girls, all like to play gas. You siblings are quite interesting, one quiet, one active, but that’s good for a girl, it’s better to be lively."
Apparently, the driver didn’t realize at all that his talk of ’siblings’ and ’young people’ was making Jas Black’s expression darken bit by bit. Even Jane Sampson, who was playing a ga, couldn’t help but snicker softly. Then she stealthily glanced at Jas Black—whoa, his face was as dark as ink!
Jane Sampson quickly suppressed her smile, thought for a mont, and felt she should do a little damage control for laughing just now. Then she said to the driver, "Big Brother, you guessed wrong, we’re husband and wife!"
"Ah?" The driver sounded quite surprised, and then he added rather convincingly, "You’re not kidding , right? You don’t look like it at all, do you?"
Great!
Just wonderful!
Deep in her heart, Jane Sampson awarded this driver the Best Passerby Award in line with her sentints.
See, even the driver thinks she and Jas Black don’t look like a married couple.
Although not Daddy Black, but Brother Black; anyway, he’s the patriarch, a senior figure.
Jas Black’s mood fluctuated wildly, not yet over the pleasant surprise of Jane Sampson unexpectedly explaining to soone that they were a married couple when the driver’s comnt that they didn’t look like it at all had him twitching at the corners of his mouth.
Jas Black scoffed inwardly, thinking that if they did look alike, they’d be the real siblings; after all, he and his wife didn’t have a blood relation, could they look similar?
Could a marital relationship even be judged by whether they looked alike?
Jane Sampson couldn’t read minds, so she was unaware that Jas Black was shafully twisting the driver’s words.
But seeing Jas Black, whose face was usually expressionless, clearly filled with displeasure now, there was a little villain in her heart laughing uproariously. Distracted by this thought, her ga character got annihilated, and Peter Gingery, who was playing with her, didn’t last much longer and was done for as well.
The next second, Peter Gingery’s phone call ca through directly, and as soon as Jane Sampson answered, she quickly held her phone away from her ear to avoid his roaring voice.
"Did you get your brain fried by acute high altitude disease last night or what? Didn’t you see soone squatting behind the bushes over there? And you still stood there letting them hack at you! I went over to help you, and you moved, directing the attack straight at . Are you blind?!"
Jane Sampson swore that she only intended to wait for Peter Gingery to finish his outburst before retracting her hand to properly apologize to him. She hadn’t expected at all that Jas Black would suddenly take her phone away and ask Peter Gingery in a very serious and stern tone.
"Who did you say is blind?"
Four words, just four short words. The mont before, Peter Gingery was roaring fiercely, ready to swallow soone whole; the next, he instantly cowered.
After two seconds of silence, Peter Gingery didn’t say a word and quickly hung up the call.
"Needs so discipline," Jas Black said, handing the phone back to Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson’s guilt-ridden small eyes were darting around, as if she suddenly had a feeling of being back to the days when I could bully anyone, but no one could bully .
Why did that juvenile mindset of being Brother Black’s girl suddenly pop up again at this ti?
If Peter Gingery had double-crossed her like that, she could have lambasted him rcilessly.
When the car arrived at the hotel entrance, sure enough, in the hotel front desk, Jane Sampson saw her familiar suitcase. After Jas Black checked in at the reception, he took her suitcase in one hand and, as if afraid she would run away, held her wrist and entered the elevator.
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