Mr. Huo's Doting Marriage and Sweet Love

Song Chuer stood in the lee of the parking lot, with her back against the smooth cement wall, her right foot propped up on the yellow railing protruding from the ground, and her left hand playing with the walnuts in her hand impatiently. The walnuts had been warmed by the warmth of her hands, but the person who was waiting still hadn't arrived. It's close to midnight, but the number of vehicles in the parking lot is not necessarily decreasing. There are very few people in the cold parking lot at this time. After all, who wants to stay in a place with a very high accident rate in movies unless necessary? Assi! Song Chuer couldn't help but scolded, and with a strong force, the walnut in her hand was crushed into pieces. She has no business...