"The subway is out of the question," Tong Zhao thought for a moment and said, "You guys just said you wanted to ride electric scooters?"
“Yes, but the production team won’t let us ride them!” Jiang Li said.
Tong Zhao then asked, "Are you going to ride your own bikes?"
“Yeah! They even had it delivered to the door, but then they sent it back.” Jiang Li blurted out without thinking, then slowly blinked, met Tong Zhao’s gaze for a few seconds, and said in unison, “Shared bikes!”
Rong Mo didn't know much about modern society, and Shan Song had never ridden one before, so he didn't think of it at first, only realizing it after being reminded.
Tong Zhao looked up at Shan Song and asked in a low voice, "Can you ride a bike?"
This really stumped Dansong. He doesn't know how to ride a bicycle or an electric bike. In his short 26 years of life, the CEO hasn't yet developed this mode of transportation, and he doesn't usually enjoy cycling.
Seeing Shan Song hesitate, Tong Zhao understood, hooked his finger, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Then I'll take you!"
Seeing the astonishing gleam in his eyes, Shan Song laughed and said, "Then we'll have to rely on my wife."
Rong Mo looked at them thoughtfully, then glanced at his wife, who was watching with a beaming, doting smile. He raised an eyebrow. "Everyone wants to say something, isn't this little brat going to do something? I wonder which fox was just wrongly accusing someone..."
Jiang Li caught a glimpse of her husband's gaze out of the corner of her eye. Oh! I'm so envious. Ah Li spoils you!
He's the perfect wife, Jiang Li said firmly, patting her chest, "Don't worry, I won't lead you astray!"
"..." I don't believe it.
That little brat had ulterior motives when he was making plans last night. He knew perfectly well that the boy couldn't ride a small electric scooter, but he was just trying to fool him with his experience in modern society.
"What kind of look is that?" Jiang Li asked, tilting her chin up in dissatisfaction.
"..." Rong Mo pursed his lips and said firmly, "A look of trust."
Jiang Li stared at him suspiciously for a while: "I just haven't ridden in a long time, it's not like I don't know how."
Rong Mo nodded repeatedly: "Madam will definitely know how, but you shouldn't yet."
?
Jiang Li's face darkened: "I told you not to go online randomly!"
Rong Mo laughed and pressed Jiang Li, who had lunged at him, against the suitcase, and whispered a reminder: "What happened to our supposed affection? This is domestic violence."
"Love you my foot!" Jiang Li jumped up and punched him on the head.
Tong Zhao had been curious about what kind of family could raise Jiang Li to have such a personality, but now that he saw how this couple got along, he completely understood. It was a shame that he had been a little intimidated by Rong Mo just now.
Is it true that you can't sleep in the same bed with two different kinds of people?
Dan Song also had a subtle thought that perhaps he shouldn't let his wife learn too much from the young master of the Jiang family. For this reason, he unconsciously moved Tong Zhao back a little. It seemed that he couldn't handle learning too much.
Tong Zhao looked puzzled, and Shan Song reached out and covered Tong Zhao's eyes: "Learning how to argue is fine, but let's not do domestic violence."
Tong Zhao: "..."
Who wants to learn this?
Because the two couples were together in the two live streams, many people opened both channels simultaneously, watching from two different perspectives and getting bombarded with PDA from all angles.
[Actually, they're quite interesting, aren't they?]
Yes, putting aside their character.
[Leaving aside the facts?]
[...]
The haters in Tong Zhao's live stream had been quiet for a long time. After being threatened by Jiang Li, the number of comments dropped by more than half, and the screen became quiet. Some ordinary netizens who had been waiting in the live stream started to tentatively chime in, and even a few haters switched sides. Although they still spoke sarcastically, the debate clearly weakened.
Tong Zhao and Shan Song were unaware of this subtle change. The four of them unanimously agreed on the idea of using shared electric bikes as their mode of transportation and were looking for a parking spot for the bikes.
"There should be motorcycles with a back seat; I think I've seen them around here," Tong Zhao said, looking around.
"No rush, take your time looking." Shan Song led Tong Zhao by the hand and watched over the obstacles under his feet.
Upon hearing this, Rong Mo glanced at them. Why weren't they afraid of wasting time? What if the winner was determined by the time they arrived?
This wasn't the first time he'd found it strange. It seemed like this couple was always very determined in their choice of mode of transportation. His Ah Li, for example, had compared and analyzed the tasks from the previous three seasons and struggled for a long time before finally choosing a motorcycle.
Unless they are just there for fun and don't care about winning or losing, but he has already checked, the current online opinion can almost certainly be determined to be manipulated, and the possibility of it being without ulterior motives is too low.
The biggest limitation of being transported here is that all magic is unusable, and the sound transmission technique is naturally ineffective. Rong Mo could only write and draw on Jiang Li's palm to convey his guesses: either there's an inside story, or all of this is an act, and he wants to get closer to them.
Jiang Li also looked in the direction of Shan Song and Tong Zhao, and wrote back to him: 1
Rong Mo blinked; a fox's intuition is never wrong.
Jiang Li quickly wrote again: Then we should follow their lead! They don't seem to want to win, which means one less competitor! We can also copy their answers!
He mainly wanted to get a closer look at the gossip, since the supposedly unhappy couple in the wealthy family that were being touted online were clearly very loving!
Rong Mo chuckled. "Alright then, it seems my darling really likes them a lot."
Tong Zhao finally found a motorcycle that could carry people and was waving at them.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Li immediately tossed her suitcase to Rong Mo and ran over to figure out how to unlock the car.
"Good luck, so many, are they all good? Don't let them give up halfway through." Jiang Li peeked around curiously.
Dan Song had already tried one and nodded: "It works well, quite easy to use. It must be a new one brought over by the dispatch vehicle."
"It's just that the suitcase is a bit hard to carry," Tong Zhao said.
Dan Song looked at the structure of the electric motorcycle and measured its size: "You can put one in front and have the person sitting behind pull the other. Just ride slowly."
"We can drag two more along, let's take it slow!" Jiang Li made the decision.
Rong Mo listened to him and saw that no one had any objections. The four people in the two cars turned on the navigation and set off.
My legs are too long, so sitting on the back of the motorcycle felt a bit cramped, but the feeling of being carried by my wife while holding her waist was quite wonderful, enough to make me ignore some minor discomfort.
Turning her head, she saw that Rong Mo on another small purple machine next to her was also facing the same problem. Not only that, but at Jiang Li's request, he was also reading the comments in the live stream.
Suddenly I felt like I was being treated much better...
"Honey, should we check out the live stream too?" Tong Zhao asked, turning her head as they stopped at the intersection.
"Why are you looking at them? We're already live-streaming for them." Shan Song leaned against his back, speaking with such self-righteousness as if letting Tong Zhao live-stream for them was already a tremendous favor.
“…You need to keep the business running.” Tong Zhao’s vision was obstructed by the helmet, but even though he couldn’t see anyone, he could hear the strong resentment Alpha had towards the live stream from his tone, so he whispered his advice.
His wife was as dedicated as ever. Dan Song let out a deep breath and reluctantly agreed.
The comments section hadn't been updated in a while. Rong Mo, who wasn't using one hand, took out his tablet to take a look.
His eyes narrowed slightly at that glance. Why weren't these people going to calm down?
The gimbal was fixed to the handlebars. The angle was a bit unflattering, but Tong Zhao's face was still beautiful, with details down to the pores.
But what are these trolls who don't know how to appreciate what they're saying? What are these abbreviations? Why don't they block this useless stuff? Dan Song searched a few and his face darkened even more.
When he looked up, he completely shed the last trace of restraint he had shown in front of the camera, and his gloomy face was captured by the camera, making the comments in the live stream even more bizarre.
Amidst a screen full of jumbled, incoherent curses, a few words were occasionally interspersed.
[It startled me even through the screen!]
Does anyone know where these fakes came from?
Don't hold a grudge; it wasn't us who insulted them!
"...I'm running away first."
I was just being a law-abiding citizen, enjoying the show, and I didn't insult your wife!
With a long face, Shan Song opened the chat box at the top of the screen. It was a message sent by Qi Changzhou half an hour ago.
[The people in the live stream are Geng Keli's fans. He said some ambiguous things, so we can ignore them for now.]
Qi Changzhou had clearly noticed Shan Song's emotions, and quickly followed up with a reassuring sentence: "We can start clarifying things in two more days, for your sake! Calm down!"
Dan Song sneered, tapping his fingers a few times: [Calm down my ass!]
Now that he has the means to directly retort, why beat around the bush and make his wife suffer? He thinks the Jiang family's approach is worth adopting.
The pent-up frustration that had been building up since morning was about to explode at the slightest provocation. Shan Song raised his head, his dark eyes staring directly into the camera for a moment, making the viewers in the live stream who had been watching from beginning to end feel a chill run down their spines.
Just as she was about to speak, Tong Zhao suddenly stopped: "Honey, look, there's a rainbow over there!"
Dan Song paused, then turned his gaze to Tong Zhao's surprised and delighted smile as she turned her head, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.
"Wow, there's a rainbow in winter! Ah Mo, take a picture of me! Hurry, it might disappear in a minute!!" Jiang Li shouted from behind.
Shan Song said softly, "Zhao Zhao, would you like to take a picture?"
"Let's go together." Tong Zhao had already picked up her phone, and with her other hand she beckoned him over: "Come on!"
Dan Song lowered his eyelids, concealing the faint warning in his eyes, glanced indifferently at the gimbal still on the handlebars, raised a smile and walked over.
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