Leng Zhuo is also the same as Yan Songsong, he has just returned to the past, and many things have not yet had time to do. His car was still improved by himself before. But if he were to improve his bike, this time he would have to use real hollow no-pneumatic tires.

However, he needs to find materials, and he also needs to find someone to customize, not to make it out of his mind, and he can make it all at once.

After all, this technology was only studied in China after more than ten years and entered the stage of wide application.

"Boom, boom!" the motorcycle began to start, and Leng Zhuo made a beautiful sliding action. The motorcycle obediently rushed out and drove forward at a high speed. Yan Songsong only saw that the big trees and roads around him were constantly falling backwards, and he knew that the speed was fast enough.

At the same time, her body also fell backwards by inertia, and in order to maintain her body balance, Yan Songsong had to tighten Leng Zhuo's clothes again.

Because of the bumps in the car, her hands touched his clothes and occasionally touched the strong muscles of his body. His muscles are very elastic and feel quite good.

This also made Yan Songsong's fair little face a little red.

From behind, the man's shoulders look like a tall mountain, giving people a sense of security.

The lines of his face were tense, and even the expression he looked so serious when he was riding a motorcycle.

Yan Songsong sat in the back, secretly observing his every move.

It's just that the road is not very cooperative, and the ground is full of potholes, even if Leng Zhuo rides carefully, occasionally the bodies of the two will be inadvertently touched.

This also made the two of them, who were originally not very good, invisibly feel a strange atmosphere, filling the two of them.

"Huh!" The car bumped again, and Yan Songsong's head suddenly hit Leng Zhuo's hard back.

Her forehead was red.

"Slow down. Yan Songsong couldn't help but say.

"Who is absent-minded. I let you hold on, not let you see my face. ”

Burst!

Is this a bag caught on the spot? Yan Songsong swore that he only glanced at him occasionally, how could he keep staring at his face as he said.

"In front of me is your face and your back, I don't look at your face, you let me look there. Yan Songsong replied angrily.

"Except for the face, it's all there. ”

The ambiguity of this sentence seems to be greater.

Leng Zhuocai won't say, if you look at my face, it will make me a little distracted.

When they first set off, they were all quite normal. The little girl carefully grabbed the sides of his clothes and put her legs together. But the road was so uneven that every few steps they took came a chuckle.

So the little hand that grabbed his waist would inadvertently touch the skin on his waist. The waist is another very sensitive part of the human body. One rub is nothing, but if you rub too much, you will have to do it.

There was a faint fragrance on the tip of the little girl's nose, coupled with her soft little arms and hands, which inadvertently touched his waist, which made Leng Zhuo very irritated. He had never been accustomed to contact with strangers, but contact with this little woman did not make him feel much disgusted. In short, he just felt very unhappy in his heart.

This is more direct and seductive than two people talking face-to-face, or doing other intimate actions.

The person behind the partial, as if he didn't know at all, still looked up at him, and looked at him from time to time.

Doesn't she know what kind of face she has grown?

Leng Zhuo's driving skills didn't say, in order to end this little torture as soon as possible, he could only drive the car faster. But occasionally there will be a small bump or two, which can't be blamed on him, it's the relationship between the road.

This also made Yan Songsong, who was a little absent-minded, concentrate his energy, tightly tugged on his clothes, and didn't dare to desert anymore.

"Hmph, who's rare. After Yan Songsong snorted twice, he lowered his head and concentrated on the ground, but Leng Zhuo's car was even more bumpy.

In the end, Yan Songsong could only cling to him tightly, dragging the back seat with one hand.

But then the expression on her face was terrible.

Who said that it was a pleasure for two people to ride a motorcycle, and the next time someone said that, she would definitely talk about people beating with a mouth full of minions.

This is obviously a sin, right?

But one thing Leng Zhuo said is true, his motorcycle is really good, and the sound of the engine is also very soft, not loud at all.

At this time, motorcycles were still a novelty, and if anyone drove a motorcycle, most of the road was filled with the sound of motorcycle transmitters. Every time he thought of this terrifying sound, Yan Songsong felt like he was in a nightmare.

But how could his motorcycle be so smart? There was no noise at all, which also made Yan Songsong, who was sitting in the back, clearly hear the heartbeat of someone in front of him.

"Bang knock, bang bang!" is rhythmic and very powerful.

Yan Songsong felt that this voice was really interesting.

At the back, the motorcycle finally reached the street, and the road became a little better. The car crossed one street and easily turned to another, and there were many pedestrians and many vehicles on the road. Leng Zhuo can walk through at will, and she is much more relaxed with her.

Yan Songsong stared at the hands on his watch as he walked.

The goal of "turn left, turn right....." seems to be getting closer and closer.

Leng Zhuo only heard Yan Songsong behind him thinking in pieces, turning left and turning right. Where the hell is she going?

However, he promised to take her there, and if he asked if he didn't seem to be atmospheric enough, he wouldn't ask.

What does she say, how can she drive herself?

"Squeak!" At this moment, Leng Zhuo suddenly pinched the brakes and didn't move, he propped himself on the ground with one foot, and let the car stop.

Because the brakes were a little fierce, Yan Songsong was stunned, thinking that he was going to hit his back. Leng Zhuo suddenly turned around, and Yan Songsong just hit his head into his arms.

However, he quickly pulled her out of his arms and kept her body balanced.

When Yan Songsong raised her head, there was a hint of annoyance in her dark eyes, she pulled her hair twice with her hand, then straightened up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Leng Zhuo's body stepped aside a little and said, "Can you see for yourself?"

Yan Songsong clearly saw that in front of them, there were six motorcycles parked neatly.

"They're coming at us?"

Leng Zhuo handed her one, not too stupid to look at home.

"Do you know where it came from?"

Leng Zhuo shrugged his shoulders slightly and said, "You ask me, who do I ask." ”

If it were his opponent, he would not use such crude means.

"Sit down to the front, and you'll see me. ”

"Sit in front?"

Seeing Leng Zhuo's serious expression, Yan Songsong knew that he was not joking, he was taking measures to protect her.

So she ......

Yan Songsong looked at the few motorcycles parked in front of them. Each of these cars is not a small car, but a type similar to a motorcycle racer. It seems that they have also been modified, but their modification skills are hardly complimentary.