"Tim?" Michelle stopped and looked tired. She glanced at Tim and then turned around to look at the studio behind her. This road only led to the studio.
"Are you looking for Cara?" After saying that, she yawned and sniffed in the cold wind. It seemed that she was really sleepy.
"Where are you going?" asked Tim, frowning.
"Go home and sleep. Go and find her before Cara goes out." Michelle leaned over.
Tim didn't care. He said, looking at the tired face of Michelle, "I'll drive you home,"
"What? Aren't you looking for Cara?" Michelle asked in confusion.
"No, I'm not familiar with her. I'm just passing by." Tim lied with a straight face calmly. He hinted her to follow him with his eyes.
Michelle was so sleepy that she didn't have the mood to guess whether his words were true or not. She yawned and followed him.
Originally, the two of them walked side by side in a row. The strong cold wind blew in. Michelle sneezed. After taking a glance at her, Tim walked to the front.
It was a cloudy day, and the cold wind blew in every corner of the city. There was no one in the air above the road where Michelle and Tim walked, only two or three cars driving over and leaving.
Tim walked in front like a tall pine, followed by a short girl.
The girl put her hand
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e out of the Silverhall Nightclub in well dressing, he happened to see Tim's car parking on the side of the road. He bent over and poked his head on the window glass. Only his handsome and charming reflection could be seen. He smoothed his hair two times.
When Tim opened the door and got out of the car, he cast a cold glance at Victor.
Victor paused, stunned.
He lowered his hand, grinned and shouted, "Master Tim, you are here. Why don't you go upstairs?"
Tim said coldly, "Keep your voice down. Don't wake her up."
There was no need to guess at all. Michelle was the only person who could make Tim care about and afraid of waking her up when he spoke louder.
Victor snickered, "Master Tim, do you finally get her back? Congratulations! Hold her in your arms and go upstairs!"
Tim squinted at him. Victor immediately understood and said, "Oh, You're afraid of waking her up."
"Of course."
"Well, I thought it was a big deal. It's a good thing. I spent great efforts to find it. If I light it, someone will sleep soundly and will never be awakened." Victor took out a delicate gift box from his pocket, handed it to him and immediately took it back. He took it as a great treasure and said.
As soon as the box was opened, a wooden fragrance came to his nose.
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