"No need."
Carlos refused indifferently without looking at her.
"Why? It is convenient to contact when there is something."
"I don't think we need to contact."
"..." OK, fine.
The next evening, Alicia finished a day's work and went home from school. She went straight upstairs and quickly took off her uniform. Then she chose a lavender dress from the wardrobe and put it on.
She wore a little makeup and a pair of small and exquisite ear studs. Her long hair was casually combed back. She still had an aura of unsurpassable elegance in that modest dress.
Looked at the time, she hurried downstairs and met with Aurora who had just entered the house. Aurora looked at the stunning Alicia, "Wow, Alicia, you are so beautiful today! Are you going on a date?"
"It's not a date, it's a banquet." She explained with a smile.
"Alone or with my brother?"
"With him, but he hasn't come back yet."
Alicia looked over the door and began to worry that Carlos would make a U-turn, or forget the appointment tonight, or be delayed by something...
Seeing Alicia’s anxious face, Aurora couldn't help but chuckle and appease her, "Don't worry. Bad as Carlos is, he is principled, and he will do what he has promised."
As Aurora finished speaking, they heard a car whistling outside. They walked out at the same time. When they saw that it was Carlos' car, Alicia felt relieved, and Aurora took the opportunity to ridicule her, "So, could you have more confidence in my brother in the future?"
"I'll try my best."
Alicia smiled, and the people who stared at her from the car window in the distance had a strange feeling towards her smile. But it was quickly dispelled by reason. A man who hated women wouldn't be charmed by a woman’s appearance. . The reason why he had the feeling was that he saw the long-lost warm smile.
"Didn't you see me waiting here? Move your butt!"
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