"Then we'll say goodbye here." Song Hui stood at the door of the wonton shop and said to Mu Jinghuai with a smile.

"Are you in a hurry to get home?" Mu Jinghuai asked.

"Why is there anything else you can do?" Song Hui asked with some curiosity. In fact, as long as Mu Jinghuai's request is not too much, she will usually agree, perhaps out of guilt in her heart and the precious friendship when she was a child.

"Do you want to go for a ride?" Mu Jinghuai touched his nose a little embarrassed and added: "Of course it's not Fu Chen's supercar ride, but a motorcycle." ”

Song Hui's eyes flashed, and she was very interested in some more exciting projects. She often sees motorcycle races on TV, winding tracks, and motorcyclists coming into close contact with the ground, an offer that appeals to her.

But she unconsciously thinks that she is still pregnant and should not play these exciting projects.

She hesitated: "It's so cold, or forget it." ”

It's just that Mu Jinghuai had already caught a heartwarming expression flashing on Song Hui's face, and he decisively took off the down jacket on his body and draped it on Song Hui's body, blinking.

"It won't be cold that way."

The coat still had the heat on Mu Jinghuai's body, and Mu Jinghuai was wearing a thin sweater standing in the bright light. His broken hair is a little messy, his handsome face is well-defined, which makes people can't take their eyes off, and his smile is warm and full of the smell of sunshine.

Song Hui hurriedly returned the clothes to Mu Jinghuai, and his tone was a little complaining.

"If you do this again, I won't go, what should I do if I catch a cold."

Mu Jinghuai said excitedly: "Then do you agree now?" ”

"Hmm." Song Hui looked at him with crooked eyebrows, a simple smile blooming on his lips.

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Mu Jinghuai took a taxi to the foot of Qishan Mountain in Nancheng, where there is a small motorcycle shop. According to Mu Jinghuai, there are often motorcycle races here, and many people will go for a ride here.

The Hong Kong Island restaurant is also halfway up the mountain.

"Xiaojing, are you here?" Mu Jinghuai walked into the motorcycle shop, and a middle-aged uncle greeted him warmly: "Yo, this is a girlfriend, I've never seen you bring a girl before." ”

As soon as Song Hui wanted to explain, he was preempted by Mu Jinghuai: "I'm not a girlfriend yet, I'm pursuing her." ”

Song Hui was a little embarrassed when he said this, smiled awkwardly, and began to look around the store.

The room I just entered was full of some car parts and devices, and some maintenance tools, while the back room was full of all kinds of motorcycles, some of which were more pre-owned and modern, and she didn't understand the brand of these cars, so she could only see whether they looked good or not.

The boss smiled and threw the key to Mu Jinghuai: "The car has been maintained for you, ride it well." After speaking, the uncle glanced at Song Hui and gave Mu Jinghuai a look, and then went to the front hall with interest.

Song Hui didn't notice the eyebrows of the two, her attention was now on the big red motorcycle, the bright red paint, with black stripes, people could see it at a glance, very handsome.

Song Hui patted the seat: "This is safe, right?" ”

Mu Jinghuai took the helmet next to him and put it on himself first: "Don't worry, I will definitely guarantee your safety." Then he took a pink helmet with cat ears and wanted to bring it to Song Hui.

"I'll do it myself." Song Hui rejected Mu Jinghuai's kindness.

"Click"

Mu Jinghuai couldn't help but buckle the helmet on Song Hui's head and opened the plastic baffle in front of her: "Since you got into my car, you have to listen to me." ”

Song Hui knocked Mu Jinghuai's head through the hard helmet: "It's not big, it's not small." ”

This store also has a back door, the roller shutter door opens, Mu Jinghuai pushes the motorcycle out, and Song Hui follows behind. I saw Mu Jinghuai get into the car with his long legs and pat the back seat.

"Come up." The sound came from the helmet a little muffled.

Song Hui took a few deep breaths, this was her first time making a motorcycle, and she had to go to the winding mountain road, so she was a little nervous. But she was willing to believe Mu Jinghuai and do a good job in psychological construction, so she got into the car.

Her hands grabbed the iron blocks on both sides of the motorcycle, Mu Jinghuai turned his head and saw it, and had a plan.

He hunched over and kicked the accelerator down, because of inertia, Song Hui's unprepared body fell backwards rapidly, and then Mu Jinghuai used the most old-fashioned technique to come to an emergency brake.

Song Hui's entire body fell forward, clinging tightly to Mu Jinghuai's back, and subconsciously wrapped around his waist from behind.

"You're going to die!" Song Hui didn't see what Mu Jinghuai's real intention was in doing this, she thought that Mu Jinghuai just wanted to trick her, just like when she was a child.

Mu Jinghuai smiled heartily and did not answer her. Song Hui was a little scared, and he couldn't care about it so much, and hugged Mu Jinghuai's waist tightly.

The speed of the car gradually became stable, Song Hui could feel the wind whistling in his ears, and the cotton clothes on his body were blowing up. She looked down from the side and was stunned by what she saw.

In the dark night, a crescent moon hung on the sky, and the stars shone brightly in the sky, and the silver glow shrouded the land of Nancheng. The dazzling lights and flickering neon lights complement each other, and the light and shadow move with the wind, like a dream, dazzling.

Song Hui boldly opened the baffle, she was a little out of breath when the wind blew, the air was full of fresh and sweet taste, and many bad things and troublesome things seemed to be taken away by the wind and blown away in the air.

"It's so cool!" Song Hui shouted desperately, venting his long-suppressed emotions.

Circle the mountain road and finally reach the top of the mountain.

Song Hui couldn't describe the scenery in front of her in words, she was so excited that she ran to the side of the mountain, grabbed the railing, and shouted down the mountain: "Just let everything pass!" ”

Mu Jinghuai looked at Song Hui with some distress, he knew that Song Hui must have been under too much pressure that he couldn't imagine, and it was a good thing to let her vent.

He slowly walked behind Song Hui, opened his clothes and wrapped Song Hui in his arms.

Song Hui avoided it in a panic after feeling it, she gathered her broken hair, lowered her head and said, "Jinghuai, don't be like this." ”

Mu Jinghuai didn't expect Song Hui to have such a big reaction, he was a little cramped, this was the first time he was so straightforward.

"I'm just scared you're going to be cold, don't get me wrong."

Song Hui looked at Mu Jinghuai's cramped and uneasy face and felt a little guilty, thinking if the action just now was a little hurtful, so he hurriedly explained.

"I'm not mistaken, it's just that Jing Huai knows my feelings for you."

Mu Jinghuai's hanging hand was folded into a fist, and he said lightly: "But I don't want you to treat me as a little brother." ”

"I've grown up a long time ago!" Mu Jinghuai's voice raised decibels, and he shouted at Song Hui weakly.