"Master Feng, I'm going to drive slower this time, I swear." She pushed up the frames of her glasses and raised her middle three fingers seriously and swore, "The taxi outside is too bumpy. I'm worried about sitting for more than 20 years."
You can't bear it for a few minutes, so you'd better drive your car back." She was serious, thinking about him, but her eyes flashed with covetous light frequently, dazzling like the brightest stars in the night sky, revealing her true desire.
Feng Xing glanced at her distrustfully, "You said the same thing when you came here. What happened?" With a stain on her credit record, it is even more difficult to gain trust.
"I thought Feng Shao would be very adaptable to that kind of speed. After all, you are the owner of the car, and the car is so handsome. You can't be just and treat him like you're driving a commercial vehicle." She explained plausibly, digging.
I set up a little verbal trap for him to jump, and flattered him calmly.
"Driving and riding in a car always have different feelings." If he was intact and driving by himself, no matter how fast the speed was, it would be within the tolerable psychological expectations.
Feng Xing heard what she meant and refused to take the bait. He just refused to be fooled.
After grinding for a while, Qian Xun gave up, helped President Feng Da up, turned around several times, and left sadly.
Her extremely disappointed look made Feng Xing want to laugh.
I have never met a girl who is so addicted to cars. She was not allowed to drive, and she felt as if she had lost her soul.
But she is also very timid and easily scared.
A person can be so contradictory, timid and bold, the transition is just between the thin line. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that there are such strange girls in the world.
It's a pity that she is not his.
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The two took a taxi and returned to the apartment.
Feng Xing insisted on going back to his own home, but refused to step foot into Qianxun's house.
If she wants to take care of him, she must also live in him. She is not allowed to leave until her body recovers. If she doesn't agree, Fengxing will simply not allow her to take care of him. Everyone breaks up and continues to be good neighbors who don't interact with each other.
Never happened.
He thought that she would refuse, and even if she agreed, it would be untrue. This would give him an excuse to drive her away, so that he would not have to worry about her involuntarily when he saw her every day.
It must be that he didn't get what he wanted, so he became so strange.
If I had asked her last night, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
His blue-black eyes followed her graceful figure, watching her busy at his house. One moment she was boiling water, another moment she was mopping the floor, and the next moment she came to him with concern and asked what he wanted to eat.
Everything you order, drink, and use is absolutely meticulous.
"I'm going back to my room." He felt a scorching fever again, which was a natural reaction caused by being out of control. He thought that he must be ill because of some inadvertent act of hers after being severely injured.
She bent down to reveal half of her round, breasts and her palms were hot.
Qianxun let out a sound, jumped back to him, and carefully helped him up, using the posture of supporting an eighty-year-old grandfather, lest he would fall and trip and hit something, "Master Feng, I cooked it."
Beef bone soup, I'll replenish it for you. Alas, my senior brother said that you can replenish whatever you eat, but I'm really embarrassed to buy the beef one... So, I'll use beef bone soup instead."