When Zhou Ping returned with breakfast and dye, he did not see Shang Yan.
"Shang Yan?" he called out, but after lifting the blanket, he saw no one. He turned and walked towards the bathroom, but still couldn't find Shang Yan.
Zhou Ping took out his phone and looked at it, but he didn't see any messages from Shang Yan.
Where did he go so early in the morning?
When he couldn't find anyone around, Zhou Ping panicked and immediately ran downstairs.
Shang Yan must have gone out, but no one knows what he went to do. After going downstairs, Zhou Ping walked to the front desk. He pursed his dry lips and asked with some difficulty, "Have you seen a person with green hair? Did he go out earlier?"
The receptionist sitting in front of the computer glanced at the anxious-looking man in front of her, thought for a moment, and nodded. "Is he that handsome guy with green hair?"
There's no way around it, who would dye their hair green for no reason? Besides, Shang Yan is so good-looking that the receptionist quickly remembered him.
"He left around 7:30, and seemed quite happy." Recalling the scene of the green-haired boy leaving with a smile, the receptionist was slightly dazed. "I remember he seemed to be talking about going to the mall as he left..."
After the receptionist came to her senses, the slightly reserved young man who had been standing in front of her had already left. She blinked and curiously flipped through the check-in information.
"Huh??? They actually live together?" The receptionist cupped her face in her hands, as if she had discovered something incredible, her eyes sparkling with hearts.
"They checked in here a few days ago, so they've been together these past few days, haven't they?"
Recalling the hickey she had accidentally glimpsed on the green-haired boy's neck, the receptionist covered her face and exclaimed, "They must really be together!"
After leaving the hotel with a brisk pace, Zhou Ping headed towards the mall. It was a little past eight in the morning. He sighed softly. Shang Yan had sneaked out without telling him; she definitely hadn't eaten yet…
As Zhou Ping passed a meat pie stall, he silently reached out and grabbed two pies for himself, then walked away quickly.
The meat pie stall owner only saw a blur flash by, and then two of his pies were gone.
"Hey..." Before he could even utter a sound, the notification sound of money arriving in his Taobao account rang out.
After Zhou Ping walked a little further, he suddenly stopped, his body stiffening.
Around 8 a.m., the road near the mall was crowded with people, and many people passed by Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping's pupils contracted, his eyes fixed on the green-haired boy pushing a flashy motorcycle not far from him.
There were just too many people here, so for safety reasons, Shang Yan couldn't ride his motorcycle. He had no choice but to get off and push it.
With his blindingly bright green hair, he pushed his flamboyant and terrifying motorcycle through the crowd. Actually, if it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad...
The key point is that this motorcycle is probably too high-end. It even has its own background music, the lights on the body are flashing in colorful colors, and it is playing dynamic DJ music. Everyone around is looking at Shang Yan.
The green-haired boy, who was diligently pushing the cart, was completely unaware of what was happening.
The DJ music started playing again; it was the most popular song right now.
Your pain~
My heart aches for you.
I want to help you solve this.
"Hey buddy, nice motorcycle. How much did it cost? Where do you hang out?" An arm casually draped over Shang Yan's shoulder.
A blond-haired man approached, looking at Shang Yan with admiration in his eyes. He was followed by two henchmen.
Zhou Ping, who had been observing from a distance, gripped the meat pie in his hand tightly when he saw a stranger familiarly put his arm around Shang Yan's shoulder.
Without thinking twice, he pushed through the crowd and squeezed forward, muttering a few apologies before walking even faster.
Shang Yan was suddenly approached and turned his head in confusion. He saw a man with dyed blond hair and a lip piercing. He frowned slightly and smiled, "I bought it at a shopping mall not far away. It wasn't expensive. I'm not involved in any gangs. I'm very low-key."
"Oh, keep it low-key, we all understand!" The blond thug still hadn't let go of Shang Yan's shoulder. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "Want me to show you around? I can just let you ride this bike..."
Putting everything else aside, this car is really cool; he fell in love with it at first sight.
Shang Yan pushed the bike with one hand, brushed away the hand of the familiar face who had suddenly appeared, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I have to go find my wife first... This is a new bike after all, I have to let my wife ride it first."
His smile is so beautiful, more dazzling than the sunlight on the horizon.
The blond-haired youth was momentarily stunned and speechless for a long time.
When he came to his senses, a tall young man dressed in black suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view.
"How can you be so rude..." The thug frowned fiercely and stepped forward, trying to shove the young man blocking his way.
Just then, Shang Yan's voice rang out, and he happily said, "Wife, you're here?"
"Okay," Zhou Ping responded, reaching out to help Shang Yan push the cart.
Shang Yan followed behind him, not forgetting to turn around and wave to the group of thugs behind him, "My wife is here to pick me up, sorry, goodbye!"
Zhou Ping's ears turned red for a moment as he pushed his flashy motorcycle, but he continued pushing it forward as if nothing had happened.
The noise around the market seemed to fade away at this moment, and he could only hear Shang Yan's voice.
"Zhou Ping, look how cool this car is! I spent a lot of money to buy it!" Shang Yan said, beaming as he watched Zhou Ping push his car.
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping was silent for a while, afraid that if he told the truth he wouldn’t be able to sleep with Shang Yan that night, so he nodded in affirmation.
Wait a minute, Zhou Ping suddenly felt that something was wrong.
“I manage all the money, where did you get the money to buy a car?” Zhou Ping frowned deeply. “Did you go play scratch-off lottery tickets?”
He stopped pushing the cart and just stared at Shang Yan without saying a word.
It was very oppressive.
Shang Yan shook his head repeatedly, "No, I met someone and I said I could help him with something. He asked me what I wanted... so I bought a car."
He was very obedient; when Zhou Ping told him not to play scratch-off lottery tickets, he really didn't go again.
After hearing Shang Yan's explanation, Zhou Ping continued pushing the cart back, relieved that he hadn't gone to scratch the prize.
"I'll transfer you some money when I get back. Don't spend it recklessly, understand?" Zhou Ping said, supporting the car with one hand and handing over the meat pies he had bought. "Why didn't you message me to ask for money?"
Shang Yan took the cake and took a big bite, enjoying it immensely.
"I forgot, honey."
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