Chapter 84

Muchen Fei saw it just like that. While waiting for the traffic light, she saw Buck smiling from the driver's side window, and of course, the girl in the black helmet behind him. Her medium-length hair flowed out from behind the helmet, exuding a unique charm.

In fact, today Fang Lingying was dressed quite fashionably, in white three-quarter pants, a V-neck lace shirt, and a light green windbreaker, which made the black helmet even more eye-catching. Although only her well-proportioned figure and tasteful attire were visible, anyone dressed like that must have a decent face. Mou Chenfei inadvertently frowned and then disdainfully shifted her gaze to the motorcycle. She had always been repulsed by two-wheeled vehicles zipping around city streets, so she looked down on the two people on the motorcycle beside her, partly because her SUV was higher off the ground.

But she couldn't help but get a bit absorbed in the scene. The two people, laughing and chatting, exuded a carefree and self-assured air, as if they were oblivious to the world around them. Even if Mou Chenfei didn't want to admit it, she felt that these two must be truly happy.

She was still polite and suddenly realized she should greet someone she knew. Just as she reached to lower her window, the red light turned green. Buck was proudly showing off to Fang Lingying, "This bike is really great, look at the acceleration..."

With a roar, the bike shot forward like an arrow from a bow, weaving through the traffic with a showy flair, accompanied by Fang Lingying's muffled screams, and vanished in a flash!

Feeling the dense traffic during rush hour, Mou Chenfei inexplicably felt that her car was rather dull. It wasn't until she finally left the busy main road and approached the suburban villa area that she almost for the first time in her life floored the gas, shifted gears with the paddle behind the steering wheel, and accelerated. She had never driven her sports car faster than 60 km/h, and it was a waste of the Maserati's 4.7-liter engine.

But even with this emotional drive, the speedometer only reached 100 km/h before Mou Chenfei subconsciously slowed down. She... wasn't used to losing control. Absolute control was something she had been taught from a young age. The security personnel following her in an Audi also caught up, surprised to see the usually tame SUV suddenly speeding up, and checked to see if the young lady was driving.

Meanwhile, Buck, confident in his control, skillfully weaved through the traffic and finally pulled up to the front of the city police station, still chatting with Fang Lingying about the time he met Old Yang and Xiao Shao: "You should have seen that guy's excited face, I knew he'd come back and tell you some nonsense, ha ha..."

With a screech of the tires, he smoothly turned and parked diagonally in front of the administrative building. Fang Lingying, now more confident on the motorcycle, praised him, "Not bad, not bad! You could deliver packages, you'd make more money than washing cars..." She handed the small box to Buck and carefully removed her helmet.

During the evening rush hour, the setting sun shone from behind her. She stretched her neck and tilted her head, removing her helmet and letting her hair flow freely. Fang Lingying's hair was a bit longer than Zhou Xiaoli's but not as thick and black as Mou Chenfei's. In the backlight, the tall girl's natural and graceful movements had a certain charm, a very captivating charm. Buck watched with great interest.

This charm was interrupted by a sudden voice from the side: "Hey... it's you, H5729, I recognize you, and you're not wearing a helmet!"

Buck, quick on his feet, heard the sound of his motorcycle's license plate, handed the small box to Fang Lingying, grabbed her helmet, and put it on his own head. The white leopard roared to life and sped off!

The young police officer who had stopped him before was taken aback and hurried over to Fang Lingying, "Do you know who he is?"

Fang Lingying, holding the box and trying not to laugh, replied cleverly, "Ah? A motorcycle taxi driver who gets paid on the side of the road."

The police officer was taken aback again and saw Fang Lingying pull out a badge from her pocket and hang it around her neck. He grumbled, "Riding a motorcycle is dangerous, and as a police officer, you shouldn't encourage such behavior..."

Fang Lingying nodded and walked inside. The young police officer, thick-skinned, followed and asked, "You work at the Forensic Center? I've never seen you before, what's your name? I'm Hong Qi, from the City Traffic Police..."

Buck, unaware of all this, re-entered the traffic like a delivery person and, in less than ten minutes, parked steadily outside a real estate office. Zhou Xiaoli, who had already turned off most of the lights, saw the motorcycle in the twilight, turned off the last light, locked the door, and came out with her bag and helmet. Amid the whistles of the car wash workers, she flipped them off and got on the bike, "First day of school, what did you learn?" Her tone was like a wife asking her husband about his day.

Buck didn't dare tell her about the 8,000 yuan he had lost on a fake, and just nodded, "Good, good, good. There's a sketchbook in the outside zipper of my bag, check out what I drew today."

Zhou Xiaoli put on her helmet and proudly shared her work, "We sold two houses and rented out thirteen. Since I became manager, I've been pushing everyone, and our performance has improved. The head office called to praise me!" She found the zipper and opened it, nudging Buck's back with her knees, "We can go slowly now, your mom said she made trotter soup, don't waste time... Oh!"

Because she saw a blooming red flower in the open bag, she was pleasantly surprised, "A rose?!"

Buck's forehead was covered in black lines, "Please, have you never received a rose? This is a red gladiolus, it looks very different from a rose."

Zhou Xiaoli wasn't embarrassed and smiled as she took out the flower and sniffed it, "When do I have time for such things? It's beautiful! Why isn't it fragrant?"

Buck's black lines continued to spread, "This is a decorative flower grown in a greenhouse. At this moment, you should be wondering what this flower symbolizes, that's a normal reaction for a beautiful woman."

The dark beauty feigned disappointment, "Sigh, a girl from a poor family is always busy making ends meet, how can I have the energy to understand such things... Hehe, what does it mean? I know what a rose means, you didn't send a rose because you didn't want to clarify our relationship, you are very responsible, I believe that." Her voice was cheerful.

Buck felt frustrated, "Well, it describes your strong character. Okay, okay, did you look at the sketchbook?"

Zhou Xiaoli actually lifted her helmet visor and bit the gladiolus stem, fumbling through Buck's backpack to find the sketchbook. When she opened it, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh!"

But when she opened her mouth, the gladiolus fell out, and she slapped Buck's back, calling for him to stop. She ran to pick up the flower and said, "Why did you draw me so ugly!"

In the sketchbook, Buck had drawn a portrait of Zhou Xiaoli from a photo on his phone. It was his first day of drawing, so it was a bit稚嫩, but you could still make out her features, especially her darker skin!

This girl really didn't understand romance, and Buck sighed, taking the initiative to speed things up, "Turn the page, there are two movie tickets! Want to go?"

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