Chapter 214: The Car Repair Girl and the Poisonous Tongue Man

The bald uncle following Yan Yi popped up at this time. Before he could feel the inexplicable tense atmosphere like a younger brother meeting his older brother, he hurriedly squatted beside the car repair pit and shouted inside,

"Pian Pian, why are you still repairing today? It's time to go home!"

"I know, Uncle Mao." Shen Pianxian muttered from below, "You don't have to be so loud! I'll be right up."

Then there was another series of clanging and banging sounds.

All the mechanics stood in a posture close to attention, not daring to move, not daring to look up, all looking down at the ground.

This is an instinctive state of surrender.

But Yan Yi didn't look at them. His eyes behind the glasses glanced at the rectangular car repair pit.

The noise stopped and someone slowly emerged.

She glanced upwards.

At this glance, he saw Yan Yi standing not far away.

The man stood on the ground, very tall, looking down, looking straight at her

The girl stood in the pit, very low, her eyes looking upwards, straight back.

She was wearing dirty work clothes, with stains all over her fair face, and even a bit of engine oil on her nose.

However, this did not detract from her appearance.

Her eyes were still bright, and the teardrop mole under her eyes was still bright red.

This little embarrassment only made her look more adorable.

Like a small angel that has fallen into the mortal world, with some harmless dust hanging on its body.

Yan Yi slowly squatted down, stretched out his slender fingers gently, and gradually approached Shen Pianpian's nose under her slightly puzzled gaze.

Then gently wipe off the black stain on it.

The sunlight penetrated from behind him, casting his shadow on Shen Pianpian, almost covering her entire body.

The fingers were cold, and Shen Pianpian stared at the daring hand and almost became cross-eyed.

Then she heard the man say in a low and polite voice,

"As an artist, you really shouldn't care so much about your image."

The cool touch left her nose.

She saw the man's slightly opened lips,

"They will be bound into a collection of ugly photos and become black history."

The man stood up again, still the polite and courteous gold medal agent. He bent down, extended his hand, and smiled politely.

Shen Pianpian: ...

Did he just scold me?

You think I'm ugly?

Regardless of how graceful Xia Yunchen was in past and present lives, this is the first time I've heard someone call me ugly. So fresh? ...Bullshit!

Facts have proved that no matter what the truth is, the word "ugly" will always be the most taboo word for women.

So Miss Shen chuckled, ignored the hand, and jumped up lightly by supporting herself on the ground.

Then she completely ignored this grown man, took off her work clothes, and went to wash her hands while chatting with Uncle Mao.

The mechanics who had been watching the scene were now hurriedly pressing their eyes back into their sockets, not daring to breathe.

It wasn't until the girl's voice disappeared outside the door that the man turned around with one hand in his pocket.

Staring at the place where she disappeared, he asked lightly,

"She comes here every day?"

He seemed like a different person. He was no longer the gentle and polite elite just now. His voice was filled with inorganic indifference and without any emotion.

The boss of Xiuchanghang replied hurriedly,

"Yes, every day."

“How long do you stay every day?”

"About half a day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon."

"Seriously?"

Brother Long didn't understand what this meant for a moment, but after a second he realized what was going on and nodded hurriedly.

"Very serious, as if he is really ready to do this job." He paused and lowered his head and said carefully,

"And I think with her personality, she should be able to do everything well."

Hearing this, Yan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a smile.

"Do you really think she is my woman?"

“…”

Isn't it? Brother Long was confused. You just squatted down to wipe her nose? When have you ever been so gentle to a woman?

Yan Yi no longer looked at him, but just smiled faintly and said four words,

"Don't overthink it."