Chapter 279
"Um."
Lu Moshu stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and prepared to go upstairs. In the instant he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the door in the distance.
Wow, that girl is still there. Doesn't she have any friends?
After staring at it for only a few seconds, Lu Moshu calmly withdrew his gaze.
You only need to offer your warm face to someone who doesn't reciprocate your kindness once.
As Lu Moshu thought this, he stepped up the stairs, his arrogant brows furrowing slightly.
He seemed somewhat distracted.
The girl's soft voice... well, how should I put it, it was quite pleasant to hear.
On the first floor, Wang Fei lay on the mobile repair deck, most of his body tucked into the shadows under the car. He gripped a wrench in one hand, twisting it forcefully with his wrist, producing a crisp, clean metallic clanging sound.
Just then, a noise came from outside. He bent his knees and crawled out from under the car. He saw Brother Lu coming downstairs with a sour face, picking up the toolbox next to him and walking outside.
Brother Lu may seem like a thug and unapproachable person, but once you get to know him, you'll find that he's actually a pretty good-natured guy.
Wang Fei and the others weren't afraid of Brother Lu at all, and quite enjoyed chatting with him.
Wang Fei struck up a conversation with Brother Lu: "Brother Lu, are you going out?"
Lu Ge paused as he walked out, seemingly clicking his tongue, before speaking casually, "There's a poor stray cat outside; I'm going to rescue it."
Wang Fei scratched his head in confusion. What kind of stray cat rescue requires wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, and the like?
Brother Lu couldn't give him an answer because he had already gone far away.
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Hidden at the end of Mai Street is a car repair shop, and not far from the entrance, in an open space, stands a huge old banyan tree.
The repair shop has three floors. The first floor is like a giant, hollowed-out warehouse with a ceiling that is more than ten feet high and so spacious that you can hear the echo.
There are two strange things about the repair shop.
First, it's located in a remote area and has few customers, yet it continues to operate. Second, most of its customers are women.
The store employees knew the reason for these two strange phenomena.
Firstly, the owner is a wealthy young man who is not short of money. His rich friends are also hidden customers of the shop. A minor scratch on a car can cost hundreds of thousands of yuan to repair, and replacing parts can cost tens of millions.
Secondly, the boss is really good-looking, with an unruly and unrestrained temperament. Female customers in the area all come here for car repairs or maintenance.
That day, Wang Fei saw a discreet Porsche parked outside the roller shutter door.
He glanced at the license plate; it belonged to a previous customer.
Wang Fei jogged to the gate to greet them.
A woman got off the bus, and he called out familiarly, "Isn't this Sister Lan?"
Qian Lan was wearing a pink Chanel outfit, and her slightly curly hair made her face look even rounder.
She gracefully removed her sunglasses, glanced around the shop, and calmly said, "The car got scratched; we need to touch up the paint."
Wang Fei knew exactly what she was looking for, and with a smile, he stepped forward to inspect the extent of the damage to the car without saying a word.
After finishing the inspection, he quoted the price for the paint touch-up, and then heard Sister Lan ask, "Where's your boss?"
Wang Fei hadn't figured out how to deal with Sister Lan yet, and for a moment he was scratching his head and stammering, "Ah, my boss... my boss he..."
Before he could come up with an excuse, Brother Lu came downstairs yawning.
Wang Fei: "..."
Fortunately, I hadn't come up with an excuse yet.
A week has passed since Lu Moshu fixed the girl's bicycle.
He came downstairs and plopped down in a chair, leaning back against the chair, shoulders slumped, legs spread apart, looking like a slovenly scoundrel with no manners.
Lu Moshu yawned again, his eyelashes fluttering lazily, and his gaze turned towards the door.
Ever since I heard the girl's voice, it's like I've been bewitched. I don't even know what she looks like, and I keep having those kinds of dreams every day.
The thought of fixing the girl's bicycle and her running off without even a thank you left Lu Moshu with a blank expression.
He had no idea when he became so obsequious.
Suddenly, his view was blocked, and a woman stood in front of him, calling out softly, "Boss Lu."
Lu Moshu half-lifted his eyelids: "What is it?"
Qian Lan looked at the man in front of her, her heart pounding rapidly.
Look, those broad, reassuring shoulders, and the slender waist that flows smoothly down to the waist – this is the perfect inverted triangle figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
And then there are those deep, unruly features.
His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, his nose was high and straight with an aggressive look, and his thin lips were slightly upturned. His blatantly wicked appearance made people want to tame and conquer him.
Of course, Qian Lan subtly glanced between the man's legs, most notably at his impressive assets.
Even without an erection, you can tell how enormous its weight is.
However, the boss was arrogant. She had patronized his shop, which didn't have many customers, multiple times, but she still couldn't get his WeChat.
However, it's understandable for men with the means to be a little arrogant.
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