"Where is this going?"
"Stubborn like a dead duck." The girlfriend shook her head, took out a makeup kit and applied it to her face, saying:
"I have a gathering tonight, no time to accompany you. I'll call you when it's about to end so you can pick me up."
"Who will be there?" Hao Qiang asked:
"Do I know them?"
"A few girlfriends." The girlfriend picked up a lipstick:
"Why are you asking so many questions? Afraid your girlfriend will run off with someone?"
"How could that be?" Hao Qiang laughed awkwardly. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stomped on the accelerator.
"Screech..."
"Bang!"
The girlfriend's head slammed into the glove compartment, her forehead instantly swelling, and half a lipstick lodged in her mouth, her makeup completely in disarray.
"Ah!"
She sat up and screamed madly at her reflection in the mirror:
"What are you doing?"
