Chapter 175 I Have a Friend

Charlie said, “Imogen, don’t you want to find a hobby? Isn’t photography good? Anyway, you don’t have to worry about other things. You can buy a camera in the future, travel and take pictures everywhere, or shoot pictures for people. It’s nice!”

Imogen smiled. “Okay.”

Troy was not the only one in her life. She wanted to pick up the lost past.

Imogen held the camera and took many photos for Charlie and Alex.

Finally, the three of them took a group photo together.

On the other side, the tour guide and driver were busy lighting the bonfire and bringing out refreshments.

Imogen was tired from taking pictures, so she handed the camera to Alex, but she didn’t want to get in the car and sat by a campfire to warm up.

She overheard a tourist pointing not far away and saying, “There is a car over there, so they must be driving to see the aurora?”

Imogen casually glanced over, only to feel that the car looked familiar.

It was just that it was a local license plate number. So it should be her illusion.

After a long time, the excitement passed, and the coldness came back again. The tourists all sat down by the fire, and they were all eating snacks.

The tour guide brought up the topic, and naturally cheerful tourists joined in immediately. There was a lively scene by the campfire.

A passenger brought a guitar and performed in public, and everyone recorded it.

At the end of the song, a girl suggested. “There are people driving over there. Shall we call them over?”

The tour guide paused and glanced at the black car not far

away.

The girl who proposed thought the tour guide was unwilling, so she didn’t mention it again. Unexpectedly, the tour guide said, “Then let’s go and ask them if they are willing to come.” If they were ordinary people, then he wouldn’t agree. But it was the new boss!

The girl was cheerful and enthusiastic and volunteered. “I’ll ask.”

She trotted a few steps, reached the black car not far away, and knocked on the window. “Hi,

excuse me.”

slightly lowered the car window. “What’s the matter?”

was surprised and even softened her tone. “Would to come over and join

eyebrows and looked in the rearview mirror. “Are you going?”

you like

few seconds before seeing through the gap in

the

the man’s face, the girl was taken aback.

were not turned on, it was not dim at the

face had a smooth contour,

were full, and his sword eyebrows pressed down, making him look serious. His eyes were like black holes.

  1. go.

I’ll go

with you.”

what Troy said. Yann pushed the door and got off the car. He said, “He doesn’t want to Seeing that the girl didn’t respond, Yann glanced at her coldly. “Aren’t

to her senses and hurriedly took a few steps back to make room for the door. After Yann got out of the car and closed the door, the girl said to Troy, “Cute boy,

directly closed the

persuade your friend? How can you

“He is willing to stay inside. Why do you so care about

know what to

if they really

around, and nodded to Imogen. Imogen didn’t pay attention to Yann’s face in the airport and had

to the girl,

and sounded a bit regretful. “There is another one in the car, more handsome than this one. I want

the kind of majestic handsomeness, with the feeling of being in a high position, stern and solemn, with an

go there

at the black car. “I don’t dare. He looks very serious!” “Fine.” Her friend also glanced

a complete understanding, appearance was the first

was handsome and naturally

his home was, how old he was, and so on. The

around with a few

he came here

“Work and

it work or

didn’t explain and said casually, “I came with my

walk. He asked me to go with him. He will pay me for my salary.”

feeling that Yann knew her.

now, he seemed to say that he came from New

seen her on the

Yann’s friend. They looked at each other and silently wondered why God didn’t send them a handsome and rich man? Another tourist was curious. “Hey, your friend is quite rich. He should have a lot of women. Why

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