There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

I glanced at the rearview mirror indiscriminately, and still felt that the black car behind us was following us.

When I came out today, Huang Lei's family had a car, the model and I had a car, and I drove.

Our destination today is the resort that Huang Lei often goes to, and we are going to take a hot spring there.

An hour ago, because of Huang Lei's daughter's motion sickness, we were at a high-speed rest stop for a while. At that time, I accidentally discovered that a black private car stopped behind me, and no one came out.

I observed from time to time and found that it was still following us not far or near.

There are children in Huang Lei's car, and the children are still eager to go out to play. I am afraid of scaring them, so I haven't told Huang Lei yet, only that I don't know the way, and let him drive in front.

I wasn't sure whether to tell Mr. Model about it, but Mr. Model glanced back a few times. I couldn't tell if he had noticed, but he didn't appear to be any different.

The car followed all the way to the resort, but no one was seen coming down.

"Yu'an!" Huang Lei was in good spirits, and he yelled angrily: "Let's go eat some food first, climb a mountain to see the scenery in the afternoon, and go to the hot spring in the evening?"

I nodded in agreement.

While eating, I was still thinking about the car, and I was a little absent-minded.

Mr. Model suddenly put his hand on my lap, and I woke up in a trance, and found that Huang Lei's family was eating happily, and the bowl in front of me was piled with various dishes, and I didn't even take a bite.

"Is it uncomfortable after driving for too long?" Mr. Model asked with a slight frown.

Before departure, Mr. Model wanted to act as a driver, but he felt that as a benefactor, I must maintain the demeanor of a benefactor, so he did not agree.

"It's okay." I replied perfunctorily.

Mr. Model kept staring at me.

After dinner, we went to climb the mountain.

Huang Lei is a fat man, and a fat man who is not good at sports. In comparison, his wife walks much easier than him even if she holds her son.

His precious daughter was completely indulging in Mr. Model's charm, holding Mr. Model's hand all the time.

"Uncle, you are so pretty."

I found that this little girl only knew the opening line.

"That uncle is also pretty." The little girl pointed at me.

The model man glanced at me, smiled and said to her: "Don't look at that uncle, he will turn into a monster."

The little girl let out an 'ah', covered her eyes with her hand very innocently, and then asked in a childish voice, "Then why are you still watching, uncle?"

Mr. Model looked calm: "Uncle is not afraid of monsters, so only uncle can see."

Just such a statement made the little girl dare not look at me all the time, and only glanced furtively like a little mouse.

I was relieved a lot by them.

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