"Stop daydreaming. It's so late. How are you going back?" Yang Xiaoyang asked.
"Take a taxi. You may not be able to catch the last subway at this time."
"Why take a taxi? I'll give you a ride."
"Let you experience the feeling of a sports car."
This is a fact. Although Abao has seen many sports cars in his life, he has never ridden in one.
What’s more, it’s the girl president’s pink Aston Martin.
As soon as I got in the car, I smelled a faint scent of perfume.
Compared to the taxis I took before, there was always a strange smell.
This place is simply a beautiful and gentle place.
Yang Xiaoyang chuckled: "Hehe, Abao, you are the first man to sit in my passenger seat."
Why does this sound a bit weird?
Mr. Yang, there are some things that a single man and a single woman should not say casually.
A Bao's expression changed slightly, and he replied in an official manner, "Then I'm truly honored. Who usually sits in this seat?"
"Most of them are Sister Tingting."
Yes, she is the chief secretary after all.
"Am I a good driver?" Yang Xiaoyang suddenly asked while chatting along the way.
"Yeah, Mr. Yang drives the most steadily I've ever seen. Even though it's a sports car, it's as stable as a high-speed train."
Yang Xiaoyang chuckled and said, "My dad said the same thing, but he never rides in my car. He only trusts his driver."
A Bao thought, how could it be unstable? Since leaving the parking lot, your car has not exceeded 70 miles per hour!
Looking at the few cars scattered on the avenue, I didn’t even dare to step on the accelerator. If you didn’t know, you would think it was the evening rush hour!
Miss Yang, there is a reason why your old father doesn't ride in your car.
Fortunately, apart from driving slower, everything was normal for Yang Xiaoyang, and he didn't start the wipers without stepping on the brakes.
After driving slowly for half an hour, we finally arrived at Abao's apartment.
"Are you going to live here?" Yang Xiaoyang looked around. It was full of industrial buildings and it was quiet all around.
"Yeah, I'm used to it and I don't want to move. It's quiet here."
"Yeah, it's just a little too quiet."
"Just turn here and you'll be able to get out." Abao said, pointing to the alley in front.
Yang Xiaoyang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly stared at Abao with his dark and moving eyes.
"Abao, you don't have anyone living with you in the house, right?"
"Ah... no, why are you asking?"
Yang Xiaoyang simply pulled the car to the side, turned off the engine and got out.
"Let's go to your room and take a look."
"No, Mr. Yang, this is a bit inappropriate, isn't it? It's getting late..."
"What's inappropriate? Are you going to do something to me when I go to your room?" Yang Xiaoyang has an expression as if he can see through your little thoughts.
"Hahahaha...how dare I do that!"
"Just don't dare?"
Yang Xiaoyang didn't know why he suddenly became so curious.
In the past, if a boy said he wanted to come to my house and see that my cat could do backflips or something, she would have called someone to beat him up.
But today she was particularly curious and wanted to see what the place where Abao lived looked like.
Even the words spoken became bolder, and even a little ambiguous in this environment.
"Come on, come on, whatever you want!"
Abao also became bolder. How can a grown man like me be scared by a little girl like you?
Are you kidding me? I've dated so many girls that the line stretches all the way to France!
Abao lives in a one-bedroom apartment and has a calico kitten. The kitten always comes to rub against Abao as soon as the door is opened.
When Xiao Sanhua saw Yang Xiaoyang, she was very curious and ran over to sniff her carefully.
Xiao Sanhua thought that her master had finally come to his senses today and had brought a woman back.
"Suck, suck, what a cute little kitten!" Yang Xiaoyang squatted down and touched it gently.
Little Sanhua cooperated very well and rubbed against me to please me.
Yang Xiaoyang petted the kitten intently and murmured, "Abao, why didn't you tell me you had a cat? Can this cat do backflips?"
Po: “…”
How about I flip one for you?
"You've been living here for a long time, so why are there so few things?" Yang Xiaoyang looked around. Apart from some necessities, there were not many supplies in the house.
It can be said to be exceptionally clean and tidy, even the smell of cats is very faint in the house.
Yang Xiaoyang looked at the house that looked like a model apartment and wondered, "Could this A-bao be a germaphobe?"
The most common items in the house are neatly arranged comics and anime discs.
A Bao introduced the place casually and handed her a bottle of yogurt: "I'm mainly too lazy to clean up, so I won't buy anything unnecessary."
"Tsk tsk tsk, your life is quite simple...even the clothes you wear are the same ones that come and go."
There's something wrong with Yang Xiaoyang today. Why does he look like an old mother?
A Bao said calmly, "If a man has a lot of fancy clothes in his wardrobe, then you should be careful..."
"Be careful about what?"
"He's probably gay!"
Yang Xiaoyang: “…”
"Don't look at me as just a sheep..."
At this time, Yang Xiaoyang's cell phone rang.
Caller ID: Sister Tingting.
"Hello? What's wrong with you so late, Sister Tingting?"
Yan Tingting's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss Yang, why haven't you gone home yet so late? Boss Yang thought you were with me. Where are you now?"
"Me, at Po's house?"
The other party was obviously stunned and paused for a moment: "Abao's house? Which Abao?"
"Abao from our company, who else..."
"Why are you going to Po's house at this hour?"
"Give him a ride after get off work and take a look..."
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