"Hey, how can I have a car now? Do you want me to walk back?" He glared at her and reached out to give her a hand.
Han Yixing was a bit unbelievable when he was sitting behind him. He had long arms and legs, and it felt like he couldn't even unfold them. And he was obviously not familiar with bicycles, and he was a little shaky at first.
She grabbed his clothes and couldn't help shouting: "Don't fall!"
This strange battle with thorns actually made her forget her discomfort just now, and her heart lifted.
"Hold me." He said suddenly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes. Han Yixing was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the front of his car was about to hit the steps on one side without losing control.[
Han Yixing was startled. His first reaction was to jump out of the car. As if he had eyes on his back, he hugged her with his arms. He turned around and glared dissatisfied: "I told you to hold me."
"Can you ride a bicycle?" What's the use of holding him? He almost fell down.
"Of course, sit down quickly and hold me tight this time. Also, all you have to do is come over and hug me. If you think of jumping out of the car again, be careful with me..." With a threatening glare, he stopped the car again.
"I, I'm not used to it, otherwise you can ask Fei Xiluo to pick you up." She looked at his back and felt a little at a loss, unable to hug him.
When Meng Beichen heard this, he became angry again. He supported the car with his long legs, pulled her arm and put it on his waist. When she was about to leave, he held it tightly with one hand.
“Do you want me to learn to ride with one hand?”
"Okay, don't fall down again." She curled her lips in frustration, and didn't move her hand away anymore, but stared at his back in confusion.
Meng Beichen breathed a sigh of relief. His goal was achieved and he didn't do it intentionally. Although riding this thing was really tiring, thinking of her holding him obediently made him feel better than ever.
Occasionally, when the mood strikes, he whistles twice, which is already eye-catching, but now he even becomes the focus of passers-by.
Han Yixing felt a little embarrassed, even more embarrassed than when he went to school in the morning. Is this man still in the mood to whistle?
After swaggering all the way and finally reaching the road to Mengyuan an hour later, Meng Beichen stopped the car, turned around, and said with a resigned look: "Xing'er, I'm tired."