I thought there was some kind of operation, but I didn’t expect it was riding a bicycle.
“I’ll give you an electric car, so you won’t have to run around in a hurry.”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips and said, “Jiang Qin, what should I do if I don’t know how to ride?”
“I’ll teach you how to ride two laps. With your smart IQ, you will definitely learn it in the blink of an eye.”
“I told you I’m not smart.” The little rich woman emphasized with a bluffing face.
“When I say smart, I mean the ability to learn.”
“Jiang Qin, you are a good person.”
Hearing the sound, Gao Wenhui came over and glanced at Jiang Qin: “Why did you suddenly buy Nan Shu an electric car?”
Jiang Qin turned to look at her: “You work part-time at Qian Square, and I work at 208. We are so far apart. She often runs back and forth, and walking is too tiring.”
“Oh, are you afraid that her little feet will become calloused and not slippery to the touch?”
“????”
Jiang Qin stared at Gao Wenhui for a long time, thinking that this kneading expert must be too damn scary. How could she still make something sweet without sugar?
I’m a fucking decent man and I’ve never had such an idea.
“Xiao Gao, I advise you not to think too much, or your salary will be damaged.”
Gao Wenhui was immediately furious: “I was right, so you threatened me with deductions from my salary, right?”
“You know what a chicken is. Damn it, the writers of online articles don’t have as much imagination as you.”
Jiang Qin complained and turned around to teach Feng Nanshu how to ride a bicycle. Gao Wenhui went to the college supermarket and moved a stool out, sitting next to it and waiting for an opportunity to pick up candies.
Feng Nanshu had never ridden a two-wheeled bicycle before, so she couldn’t control her balance as soon as she got on it, and she walked unsteadily.
Jiang Qin had no choice but to hold the handlebars with one hand and the seat with the other, trying to make her ride in a straight line.
“Jiang Qin, don’t touch my butt now.” Feng Nanshu said pitifully.
Jiang Qin choked and coughed instantly: “Feng Nanshu, don’t slander me. I didn’t touch your butt. I was trying to right the car to prevent you from falling, so I kept pulling on the seat.”
In the evening, the fire clouds are bright and gorgeous.
The little rich woman could already ride an electric bike slowly by herself, so Jiang Qin let go of his hand and watched her ride from east to south, and from south to east, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He had watched a TV series before, in which there was a young female student who also wore a ponytail and a school uniform all day long and rode an electric car leisurely past.