Chapter 27 His eyes were drawn to her like a magnet
His bright eyes rested on a blue and black BMW.
"BMW HP4Race."
Lu Xiyan's bony hands rested on the car body, and he gave Liang Xu an approving look, "Not bad, Liang Xu, you even got the track limited edition."
Liang Xu threw a bunch of keys to him, and Lu Xiyan raised his hand and caught it easily.
"It's the world's first mass-produced racing motorcycle with an all-carbon fiber chassis and wheels. It was limited to 750 units and has long been discontinued. But Second Young Master Lu likes it, so I have to get it, right?"
Shen Mingwei smiled and continued, "Young Master Liang went through a lot of trouble to buy this through private channels, spending seven figures."
Bai Yi teased, "The young master of our Liang Group still cares about this little money?"
Liang Xu hit him on the shoulder and said, "That was also spent on my father's money, right?"
Lu Xiyan listened to their bickering, eyes smiling, "Reimbursement."
"Our Master Lu is still so generous!"
......
When An Ning went upstairs and opened the door, the lights in the house were already on.
On the living room table lay a takeout box and a coat that was covered in mud and dust.
The person on the sofa had rolled up one leg of his trousers and was lowering his head to treat the wound on his knee.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and her sweet baby face was filled with a smile.
"My little Ningning, are you back?"
An Ning hurried over and frowned as she looked at her rubbed knee. "Xiao Yu, what happened?"
"I accidentally fell while delivering food."
Song Xiaoyu sighed, his brows and eyes filled with melancholy. "The wound is fine, but this order is about to expire. I have to treat the wound quickly and send it over."
An Ning frowned, "You're still sending it after it's already like this?"
“That’s the only order left.”
Song Xiaoyu pulled down his trouser legs and prepared to stand up. "If you don't send it, you'll be fined."
An Ning held her back and said, "Let me take it for you."
Song Xiaoyu said hurriedly, "How can this be possible?"
"You paid my rent this month, so what's wrong with me delivering food for you?"
In order to make it easier to work, she and Song Xiaoyu shared this old piece of land.
During this period, she gave all her money to Li Chunfang to raise money for Yucan's medical expenses. When it was time to pay the rent, Song Xiaoyu knew that she had no money on her, so she paid for her without saying a word.
An Ning didn't allow her to refuse and slung the takeout box over her shoulder.
It’s not light, it seems like he ordered a lot of things.
"Oh well."
Song Xiaoyu handed her the delivery phone and reminded her, "This order has a lot of things, including drinks. Be careful not to spill them when you deliver it."
An Ning went downstairs carefully, put the takeaway box on the tram, and clicked on the address.
"FAF Motorcycle Club."
......
FAF stands for Fast And Furious.
On the second floor of the motorcycle club at this time.
In the lighted and glazed box, a racing video was playing on a huge floor-to-ceiling screen.
Young men sat in the spacious and comfortable seats, and as the commentator gave his passionate report, there were waves of applause and cheers.
In the corner, a tall man casually crossed his legs and played with his mobile phone, occasionally opening the screen to take a look and then turning it off.
The flickering light cast a shadow on his straight facial features, making them appear even more profound.
Liang Xu saw that he was absent-minded and moved to sit next to him. "Mr. Lu, are you waiting for information?"
Lu Xiyan glanced at him and curled the corners of his mouth.
Neither admit nor deny.
Liang Xu understood immediately, raised a meaningful smile, and asked, "Which girl?"
A thin figure emerged in my mind, with indifferent and stubborn eyes, as if carrying thousands of stories, making people want to find out.
That fair and pure face would quietly turn a shade of red when the distance got closer.
Even the white and tender earlobes were tinged with pink.
Lu Xiyan met Liang Xu's curious eyes and didn't want to talk anymore. He put his phone in his pocket and asked, "Why hasn't your takeaway arrived yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Xu's cell phone rang.
"Look, it's just as I said. I'll go downstairs and open the door."
......
An Ning stood at the door, holding several bags of different sizes. Through the huge glass door, she could clearly see all kinds of motorcycles displayed inside. They were so cool that people couldn't take their eyes off them.
While waiting for the door to open, she subconsciously thought of the handsome figure riding a motorcycle.
The glass door opened, bringing her back to her senses.
The man who opened the door was tall and well-mannered.
"Hello, here's your takeaway."
Liang Xu glanced at her delicate features, then looked at the seven or eight bags in her hands, "Follow me."
An Ning followed him into the house and went upstairs.
The environment on the second floor is in sharp contrast to the strong industrial style of the first floor.
The lights are dazzling, the colors are dazzling, and there are billiard tables, e-sports halls and KTVs.
An Ning followed him into the private room cautiously.
When I opened the door, there was no smell of alcohol or clinking of glasses as I had imagined.
As soon as Chen Yan saw the takeaway arrive, he quickly stepped forward and took the bag from An Ning's hand.
"The takeaway is finally here! I'm starving!"
An Ning stood aside and said, "Please take inventory."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person who was playing with his phone in the corner with his eyes downcast suddenly raised his head.
Is it her?
"Oops, the soup is spilled."
Chen Yan opened the bag and frowned, "Quite a lot spilled."
"Really? Let me see." Shen Mingwei leaned forward to take a look, then looked at An Ning, "The soup has spilled and is undrinkable. Can you return it to us?"
"ah?"
An Ning looked up, at a loss for a moment.
The soup might have been spilled when Xiaoyu accidentally fell, and the merchant cannot be responsible for it.
She bit her lip. "How much is it? I'll refund it to you. Can you please not give me a bad review?"
"Okay, just a few boxes of soup."
The man in the corner suddenly spoke.
An Ning looked in the direction of the voice, and when her eyes met the other person's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, her breathing suddenly stopped.
Turns out...he's here too.
Lu Xiyan stood up, walked in front of her, and his eyes fell on her fair and small face. "Delivery?"
An Ning didn't dare to look him in the eyes and nodded gently, "Yeah."
His eyes were deep, and they were fixed on An Ning like a magnet.
Liang Xu noticed something at once and nudged Lu Xiyan's shoulder gently. He looked at the girl in front of him and asked, "Do you know her?"
Lu Xiyan didn't say anything, but Liang Xu understood with just one look.
He deliberately raised his voice and said to the others, "Isn't it just a little soup that was spilled? Why can't you drink it? Look at you all being so pretentious."
Shen Mingwei was just about to speak when he saw Liang Xu winking at him, and instantly understood, "Oh, oh, I can drink it! No need to retreat, no need to retreat!"
"Come with me."
Lu Xiyan grabbed An Ning's wrist and walked out.
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