Jinghe Garden has always had strict access control. All residents' cars are registered in the system, and even at 10 p. m., a group of security guards patrol the gate.
Luxury cars usually drive in and out of the residential area, but this time there was a taxi parked at the entrance.
The driver shakily opened the window and exchanged a glance with the security guard.
Security guard. "Dude, you've come to the wrong place?"
The driver awkwardly touched his nose. "No."
security guard. "..."
He looked the car up and down. "Is it now fashionable to heavily modify luxury cars into taxis?"
The driver was very excited after hearing this. "Maybe this kind of thing will really become a trend in the future!"
"..."
The security guard waved his hand, "Go away, that's for later."
The driver coughed and said, "I picked up a passenger who said he lived in this neighborhood."
Security guard. "Where?"
Jiang Nan had been listening to them go on and on for ages and was already fed up, so he immediately poked his head out from his hideout.
That is, the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.
"Here it is!"
Little Immortal Nan lifted her hat, revealing her entire face.
The security guard paused for a moment when he saw the pink hair, then gasped after seeing his face clearly, and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Open the door, open the door!"
As the door opened, the security guards on both sides greeted in unison, "Welcome home, esteemed resident."
The driver clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Wow! Wow!"
Song Zhusheng couldn't stop shaking his head. "Another day of wanting to be rich."
The taxi circled the artificial lake and finally stopped in front of Building 6.
The driver and Song Zhusheng looked up and saw a gravel path leading out from the lush gardens on both sides. At the end of the gravel path was a three-story villa, with a very simple style, leaning towards an old-fashioned Western-style building.
On their way here, they passed five other villas, each with its own style, and the one in front of them was probably the simplest of them all.
A mailbox and a small Chinese-style chandelier hang in the corner of the wall near the entrance.
Song Zhusheng turned to look at Jiang Nan: " Nannan, we've arrived."
Jiang Nan was feeling the effects of the alcohol and subconsciously wanted to say "I understand," but her throat was so dry that she couldn't say it for a long time. In the end, she could only nod.
He pushed open the car door, and the damp, cold air enveloped him. He wasn't wearing a thick coat, just a pair of fleece-lined jeans and a fleece-lined sweatshirt. Such clothes were of no use in the winter night. He jumped up and down on the spot.
Song Zhusheng rolled down the car window. "Then we're leaving."
Jiang Nan turned around, waved, coughed, and said, "Goodbye."
Just as the driver was about to start the car, Song Zhusheng told him to wait a moment. Only after watching Jiang Nan skillfully take out the key from the lanyard around her neck, open the carved iron gate, and walk inside did he feel completely relieved.
She said softly, "Master, you can go now."
After saying that, he gave the name of his neighborhood.
The car was quiet. The driver, who seemed to be a chatterbox, said as he drove, "Your friend is quite good-looking. He looks kind of familiar to me, like a celebrity, hehe."
Song Zhusheng "Ah," then said without changing his expression, "My friend really likes plastic surgery; I guess he's been copied by some celebrity."
"Hahaha," the driver laughed heartily, "Maybe."
He doesn't watch TV dramas much, but he occasionally watches dating shows for seniors.
A dating show for seniors invited a guest to be their assistant for each episode. A young man with pink hair had previously appeared on the show, and he was quite impressed with him.