Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

"Mr. Leon, are you going there?" The driver who spoke was Charles Chen. Bryant didn't want to be a tool for driving, so he hired a full-time driver.

Charles was an ordinary young man in his twenties. He could only drive because he didn't receive any education. Now he could be a driver for Leon who was a rich man. God knew that he was not willing to be only a truck driver.

It was not easy for him to touch a luxury car. He must serve his employer well and speak respectfully.

After a long silence, Leon said, "No. let's go back to the hotel."

"Okay, Mr. Leon." Charles turned around.

Hearing the noise, Michelle looked sideways and felt that there was a familiar person in that car. It might be Leon.

Unfortunately, she could only see the car, and nothing could be seen inside. The car turned around, and she could not even see the driver.

They missed each other so much at festival.

"What are you looking at? What's wrong with that car?" Emma asked, following Michelle's sight.

"Good-looking." Thinking of Leon, Michelle blurted out these two words.

When the car was about to disappear, James only caught a corner of the back of the car. With his keen sense of the car, he knew what brand the car was.

"Lincoln car?

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comfort her, and whispered, "Can you make a phone call? I will call my dad when I missed him."

Michelle shook her head, like a rabbit with its ears down and listless, saying nothing.

Emma said for Michelle, "She can't call, so she can wait them to call over there. Mimi, I'm here with you."

"Um." Michelle nodded and felt better. .

"If you can't call them, you can send them a message. Text them what you want to say. You don't need to hide it in your heart. They can see it as long as they turn on their phones." Lydia suggested.

"That's a good idea. Mimi, have a try." said Emma.

Michelle raised her head, took out her phone and began to text her parents. She texted a long and illogical words, as if she was talking nonsense.

After sending it out, her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were misty.

She clicked on the WeChat again and couldn't resist the impulse to send a message.

She texted, "Leon, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you."

She regretted as soon as she sent it. This sentence was affectionate and very ambiguous.

Michelle's eyes widened and withdrew it in a hurry. She quickly turned off the screen and didn't see the words "the other party is typing" in the dialog box.