Perhaps it was set off by the surrounding yellow and blue, so the black young man under the camphor tree stood out.

He was half-leaning in front of the car, lazily revealing a hint of competence, and was swiping with his phone with his head down.

The white light from his phone hit the anti-glare windshield of his black helmet, reflecting white patches.

It's like a derivative of future technology, inexplicably cool.

Originally, Zuo Mian didn't think much about it at first, just glanced at the other party casually.

She wouldn't think that a person riding hundreds of thousands of Harley-Davidson motorcycles was here to deliver food, and she should be waiting for someone.

Until the other party seemed to notice her gaze on him, and raised his head.

Oh no, it's the black helmet raised.

Because Zuo Mian couldn't see his face at all.

But she could feel the gaze from behind the black windshield on her.

This kind of staring lasted less than two seconds, and the man's voice came: "Ms. Yan Ergou? ”

Zuo Mian: "......"

This time, the other party's voice did not go through the conversion of secondary current, and the voice was clearer than what I heard on the phone, with a hint of micromagnetism in the clarity, which was a typical young voice mixed with the uncle voice of Yicheng.

The hair cavity is round and full, and the bite is clear.

If it weren't for the fact that this "Yan Ergou" destroyed the beauty, there should still be a half-formed son's voice here.

Although Zuo Mian didn't understand why the other party wanted to read out the ID name that Yan Xiaoxiao casually left, he still nodded to the facts.

"Uh, yes."

After receiving the response, the young man straightened up, put down his right foot, which had been half-stepping on the pedal of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and turned sideways slightly.

On this side, the leather hanging boxes hanging on both sides of Harley's tail are revealed.

The three delicate seal script fonts engraved with laser on the top of the hanging box were exposed in front of Zuo Mian's eyes.

【Drunken Yan Xuan】

There is only one takeaway box with such an antique charm in the country.

Zuo Mian didn't expect that this young man who was wrapped like a Kamen Rider was really a delivery boy.

Zui Yanxuan's delivery man, is the hardware configuration so good?

Zuo Mian rarely orders takeout when he is alone, and he doesn't know what kind of treatment the current delivery workers are.

Anyway, the person who drove a Harley motorcycle to deliver takeaways was the first time Zuo Mian had seen him.

After officially confirming his identity, Zuo Mian trotted towards a position five meters away.

Kamen Rider opened the leather box, took out a leather-colored cloth bag from it, and turned around and handed it over.

"Your takeaway, I wish you a pleasant meal."

"Ang, thank you......"

"You're welcome."

After the other party finished speaking, he easily stepped onto the streamlined Harley and twisted the handle engine twice.

The long legs are bent and stepped on the pedalboard, and the body leans forward, as if it is integrated with this unique and chic Harley, which is particularly harmonious.

Buzz Buzz –

Boom –

The car flicked its tail beautifully and drove off the dark path outside the apartment.

[Eventually, Kamen Rider completes the arduous task of Earth Delivery and disappears into the desolate and mysterious night.] ]

At that moment just now, such a sentence popped up in Zuo Mian's mind.

When he came back to his senses, Zuo Mian was still standing in place wearing slippers.

Well? And so it goes.

Don't you want her to ask for five-star reviews?

Thinking that this takeaway brother can pronounce out the full name of Yan Xiaoxiao's ID without being embarrassed at all, and don't want five-star praise, Zuo Mian thinks that this should be a newcomer who has just taken up his post.

After getting the takeaway, Zuo Mian brushed the bangs that had just been blown away by the wind on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and turned around and entered the apartment.