Lin Can was immersed in the joy of driving his first car, speeding up all the way. Yang Wuluo, who was in the passenger seat, clutched the armrest tightly and closed her eyes. "Lin Can, can you drive slower? You're going too fast, my legs are weak. Slow down, slow down~ No, no, no~ You're annoying~ Ah~"
The more you can't bear it, the more excited Lin Can becomes, and the more he speeds up, creating a sense of pushing back again and again, and violent and ruthless collisions. This is the fun of buying a luxury car worth millions to take a girl with you.
A moment later, the Continental GT was parked steadily in an open-air parking space on the old street.
"Student Lin Can, I'm telling you seriously, please be careful when driving. Don't drive too fast. It's very dangerous, you know?"
"Let me ask you, was I driving aggressively just now?"
"... You're so strong, so hard and so fast, I almost vomited because of you."
I felt so happy to receive praise from the girl.
"Let's go, that maocai restaurant is in the alley next to it."
Yang Wuluo took a deep breath, then opened the door and got out of the car tremblingly. When passing by the old city wall, she saw a young man squatting at the corner of the wall, holding a paint tray in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. He was painting Tom Cat holding a frying pan and waiting for Jerry Mouse at the corner.
"Yang Wuluo, Yang Wuluo, what are you standing there for?"
"Ah, here I come, Lin Can, that street painter is so good."
"I can also draw, especially women, and my drawings are very realistic."
“How realistic is it?”
"Well, that depends on the apartment layout."
“???”
The two chatted as they walked into a maocai restaurant deep in the alley, ordered a meal for 69 yuan, and each of them ate one.
The maocai was a bit spicy, but Yang Wuluo ate it with great relish. In her subjective perception, Lin Can was a super rich second-generation. Yang Wuluo had more than 500 yuan in her card, and she originally wanted to treat him to a better meal, but he insisted on eating in this fly restaurant. He didn't say that he was saving money for himself, but he proved it with his actions. She would be touched by Lin Can's little actions and feel so warm about him.
Actually, Lin Can didn’t think too much about it. He had planned to have lunch at this maocai restaurant before coming to Yunchuan, that was all.
Beep beep.
Yang Wuluo looked at her WeChat and said, "Lin Can, Zhu Yanxi told me to go to the Cultural Center to meet her early after dinner so you can see your junior high school goddess earlier. Let me tell you, Zhuzhu is so beautiful now."
"I've already told you, my goddess is the chubby little girl next to her back then."
"Stop calling me little fat girl. I've lost weight."
"You're not thin at all. When I held your waist this morning, it was all fat, as thick as a bucket."
"Nonsense, the standard A4 waist is good, don't believe it? See for yourself."
Yang Wuluo sat up straight, put his hands on his hips, and straightened his chest and stomach.
Under the tight denim skirt, the neon paper is big and the waist is very thin.
I really want to put her in...
Lin Can admired her for two seconds, then reached out and scratched her slender waist.
"Ah~ It's itchy~" Yang Wuluo bent over and punched Lin Can twice, "You're so annoying, I'm the most ticklish."
"It's thin and soft enough. I made a mistake. Here, this tripe is a reward for you."
"That's more like it."
“??? Is this even possible?” A straight male diner next door was watching this scene. Damn, could this trick be used to successfully trick girls?
So the straight man used this trick on the white moonlight he had been coveting for a long time, but was ruthlessly scolded as a hooligan.
I don't understand this. After agreeing to the operation, the girl was shy, but the one next to me was furious?
It wasn't until they finished their meal and left the alley that they saw Yang Wuluo get into Lin Can's Bentley and leave. They clapped their hands and realized that he had a Bentley.
…
The Cultural Center is in the New City District, a 20-minute drive away. After parking the car in the open-air parking space, Lin Can said, "Wait for me, I'll go buy two bottles of water."
"OK."
As soon as Lin Can left, Yang Wuluo heard someone calling her. A Porsche Macan stopped and a girl with shoulder-length hair in the back seat pushed the door and got out, opening her arms. "Wuluo missed you so much~" she ran up to hug him, "muamuamua~"
"Xiaoxiao, I missed you too. Did you cut your hair short?"
"Does it look good?"
"nice."
"You guys come and cheer for Pig Pig too."
"yes."
This girl is called Zhou Xiaoxiao. She is my junior high school classmate. When we were in junior high school and going to high school, some of them studied in Yang'an, while some of their parents bought houses in the provincial capital and arranged for their children to study in Yunchuan City.
At this time, two boys came down from Macan.
Zhou Hao came down from the cab and walked up to Yang Wuluo: "Wuluo, long time no see, you've become more beautiful."
Yang Wuluo said "Oh" without even looking at him, but looked at the supermarket over there, wondering when Lin Can would come back.
Zhou Hao is also a junior high school classmate. His parents have made money in the past few years, so he can be considered a rich second-generation. Yang Wuluo blocked his circle of friends just because he bought a Porsche Macan worth hundreds of thousands of yuan and showed off in the circle of friends every day.
Lin Can bought a Bentley worth several million and only had a meal of maocai to celebrate.
I feel more and more that Lin Can is so low-key and approachable. I like this kind of friend who is rich but doesn't show off.
Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Hao who was rejected again, and thought to herself, Zhou Hao, oh Zhou Hao, he is so infatuated. He has always liked Yang Wuluo, but has always been rejected.
Privately, Zhou Xiaoxiao asked Yang Wuluo, "Zhou Hao is good-looking, has good conditions, likes you so much, and is an old classmate, so why don't you like him?"
Yang Wuluo replied directly, "If you don't like it, then don't mention it. If you mention it again, I will ignore you."
Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't know what kind of boy Yang Wuluo liked.
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