Goodnight Kiss from My Rumored Husband

Lin Yi's gaze glanced at Fang Heyang's face, and Fang Heyang just took down the helmet hanging on the car and handed it to her, "You wear the helmet."

She took the helmet and said, "I don't like wearing hats that other people have worn. You should wear them yourself."

Said that she raised her helmet with both hands and put it on Fang Heyang's head.

Fang Heyang looked at her, and said with a lip: "General Xiaolin, you are really talking directly to people regardless of whether they live or die."

He laughed, and evil evil carried another masculine suffocation.

It completely subverted Lin Yi's first impression of seeing him.

Lin Yi shrugged and smiled, but did not speak.

Fang Heyang lifted his foot, stepped onto the car handsomely, and then looked back at Lin Yiqian, "Get in the car."

Immediately raising his hand, he pulled down the windshield on the helmet.

Lin Yiqian immediately kept up. She had long legs and long-term fitness. She was also very agile and got into the car. Sitting behind Fang Heyang, she pulled away from him as much as possible.

"Sit tight." Fang Heyang urged Lin Yi shallow as he started the car.

As soon as the words fell, the car blasted and the car rushed out.

The heart also seemed to be thrown out at this moment, Lin Yichan's hand clutched the back bumper.

Looking at the front of the road, the cool motorcycle shuttled through the underground parking garage in a high profile, because the garage was empty and the echo was shocking. The fear gradually disappeared, followed by a sense of excitement.

If she is not unfamiliar, she even wants to speak to let Fang Heyang drive faster.

Want to be more exciting and crazy, forget where she is going and what she is going to do.

The car turned a few corners, rushed uphill out of the parking lot, and passed the black Porsche.

Is that Lin Yiqian?

Gu Nianshen turned his head, only to see the last shadow of the motorcycle disappearing from his sight, the familiar watermelon red, he was impressed.

Lin Yiqian wore a very bright watermelon red shirt in the morning. He still remembered that the collar was a wide strap and tied a nice big bow.

The car had already slid to the underground garage, his hands ghosted at the steering wheel, turned around and headed uphill.

...

It's lunch time. The road is really a little traffic jam, but once the green light is on, Fang Heyang's motorcycle is like the special-effect cars in the blockbuster, driving at high speed in the gap.

Every time Lin Yichan felt that he was about to run into it, it was a false alarm.

Too fast, she could squint and look ahead.

Twenty minutes at this speed. Forty minutes by car. How far is the barbershop?

And where they went she felt more and more biased, how did she feel cheated?

She frowned at Fang Heyang.

The helmet covered his face and couldn't see his expression.

Then she looked up again and looked at the road ahead. Isn't this the direction to the Bayi troops in the city?

Confused, Fang Heyang slowed down, and at a junction he turned and entered a path full of sycamore trees.

Lin Yiqian was looking at the shops on both sides of this quiet lane. Fang Heyang was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped at the door of an old neighborhood.

The shocking sound of the motorcycle stopped suddenly, Lin Yi shallow's ears were still buzzing, and she was slowly calming down.

Fang Heyang put his feet on the ground, supported the car, took off the helmet, looked at her with a smile and asked, "Are you worried that I bought you?"

Lin Yi said calmly: "No one can afford it."