Black Lincoln sedan running on the road---

The person driving in front was Zhu Fugui.

Zhu Fugui glanced at his cousin through the rearview mirror.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes slightly, as if he had drunk too much wine.

Haitang sat next to Song Zhichao, also slightly closed his eyes, neither of them spoke, looking very silent and rusty.

"Hey, after a long time, it will inevitably be rusty. Zhu Fugui knew a little about the relationship between his cousin Song Zhichao and Miss Begonia, and he couldn't help sighing at the moment.

But is that really the case?

Behind the car seat, in a place where Zhu Fugui couldn't see it no matter what, Miss Begonia's hands were very dishonestly pinching the flesh on Song Zhi's super thighs.

Song Zhichao grinned in pain, but he could only endure it.

In order to take revenge for the damage this savage girl did to her thighs, Song Zhichao, who is not a decent gentleman, grabbed the plump buttocks of the begonia girl with his hands.

The begonia girl trembled all over, feeling that Song Zhichao's claws were too improper--- catch you, you can catch it, not in one place, still wandering around.

"You're going to die!"

Finally, Haitang couldn't help it, opened her eyes, and glared at Song Zhichao with beautiful eyes.

Song Zhichao glanced at his cousin Zhu Fugui vigilantly, and when he saw that this guy was still concentrating on driving, he smiled at Haitang: "Who did it first? ”

"Die!" Haitang twisted Song Zhichao's waist again, it seemed to be very heavy, but it was very light.

Song Zhichao was annoyed by Haitang's coquettish appearance, and couldn't help whispering: "If I die, won't you feel distressed?"

"Tsk, who feels sorry for you. "Begonias are as beautiful as silk.

It's just flirting.

If there was no "light bulb" of Zhu Fugui in front, everything would be perfect.

So---

"Ahem, rich, you're tired today, it's better to put the car somewhere casually, we'll go back by ourselves, and you can rest early." Song Zhichao said to Zhu Fugui, who was driving in front of him, in a good voice.

If you are an elf person, you will understand what to do at this time, people who are lonely and widowed, of course, must have private space; but Zhu Fugui is different, after this Zhu Fugui was trained by Song Zhichao, he completely became a working robot, and he has never been in love, and he doesn't know what "male and female love" is.

"No, cousin, you don't have to worry about me--- I'm young and can bear it! Zhu Fugui said responsibly.

Song Zhichao scratched his eyebrows with his hand: "Fugui, I know that you work hard, and your attitude towards work is even more conscientious--- but it's no longer time to go to work, so there's no need to be so conformist." ”

This is already obvious.

Begonia was on the side: "Yes, not to mention me, I can take care of your cousin." ”

Zhu Fugui: "You, you're a woman, besides, you also drank too much wine, what if something happens on the way?"

A tendon.

Begonia was helpless and rolled her eyes.

Song Zhichao had to say to this incomprehensible cousin again: "It's okay, I'll blow the wind and sober up, you better leave first." ”

It's simply the rhythm of driving people away.

If you are an ordinary person, you should understand what the reason is at this time, but Zhu Fugui is not an ordinary person--- Song Zhichao exercises his business ability, but he does not exercise his ability to pick up girls, he is an idiot in this regard.

"No, cousin, I promised you that I would send you home safely. "Zhu Fugui is loyal.

Song Zhichao rolled his eyes.

"Ahem, that's good, I'm a little uncomfortable, you don't have to send it. Song Zhichao asked Zhu Fugui to park.

Zhu Fugui: "......"

Had to stop.

Song Zhichao went down.

Begonia: "That's a little motion sickness for me. Holding his head with his hand, "I won't take your car anymore, I'll go to accompany Mr. Song." ”

Zhu Fugui: "......"

Watching Song Zhichao and Haitang get out of the car one after another and stand on the side of the road, Zhu Fugui realized something.

"Then cousin, Miss Begonia, I won't accompany you, I'll drive the car back first. "Zhu Fugui is finally smart once.

"Well, okay. I'll call you when you get to the hotel. Song Zhichao told him to leave with peace of mind and not to be a light bulb again.

Begonia is a little shy, it's so late, I'm with a man, a lonely man and a widow, this ...... It's too ambiguous.

Zhu Fugui made an "OK" gesture and smiled knowingly, "Then cousin, you guys go back slowly, I'll wait for your call." After speaking, Zhu Fugui drove away.

......

The night is miserable, the lights are shining,

Roadside ---

Looking at the car in the distance, Song Zhichao exhaled, and then looked around, but it is also the prosperous area of Panyu, although it is very late, the surroundings are brightly lit, many night market stalls have just opened, many workers, and people who go to work after work at night, are enjoying food at the food stalls.

Not far away, there are seven or eight fashionably dressed young people, all wearing the most fashionable jeans and jeans, with red cloth tied on their heads, and a tape recorder on their shoulders playing hot disco songs, while others twist their waists, swing their buttocks, and dance disco together.

Some of the older people looked at these young people curiously with their hands behind their backs, with a look of envy in their eyes, as if they were sighing: "It's good to be young!"

In another place, a middle-aged man leaned against a telephone pole, stirring a wrench on the ground, frying popcorn--- surrounded by many children who did not sleep, snotty, holding a rice basin, waiting for the fragrant popcorn to come out of the pot.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Zhichao couldn't help but turn around and smile at Haitang: "Do you want to eat popcorn?"

"I'm afraid of fat. Begonia said arrogantly.

Song Zhichao deliberately glanced her up and down--- not to mention, Begonia's figure is really good, tall, with a thin waist, but her breasts are bulging, she looks very young and fit, and her buttocks in jeans are extremely plump. It can be said that this figure is a level of female models in Hong Kong.

Seeing Song Zhichao's eyes staring at him, Haitang had a sweet trip with honey in his heart, but he said: "What are you staring at me for?"

What is "eye wave circulation" and what is "eyebrow flirtation"?

Here it is.

Immediately, Song Zhichao felt a wave in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out and hold the soft wattle of the begonia, and said softly: "Don't go back tonight, okay?"

Begonia glanced at him with silky eyes, her red lips opened lightly, and she spit out two words: "Bad!" turned his head shyly, completely looking like he wanted to refuse and welcome.

Song Zhichao's heart is even hotter.