The photos I took casually are actually pretty good.
Jiang Xingzhou stared at the photo on the screen and became more and more satisfied. The two people in the photo looked so good together. If it was a red background, it could be used as a wedding photo.
Jiang Xingzhou slightly adjusted the color to make it suitable for wallpaper and then replaced the wallpaper.
After changing it, he fiddled with his phone back and forth, looking at this screen and that screen, opening this app and that app, as if the phone was not his.
After admiring it for a while, he felt that this was not right. What if Song Ci saw his wallpaper
With Song Ci's personality, if people are scared away by him again, it would be a waste of time.
Jiang Xingzhou reluctantly changed the wallpaper back, then locked up the photos and would take them out when he tried to trick Song Ci into changing the wallpaper for the love photos and group photos.
During lunch, the two confirmed the model of the electric scooter, and then decided to buy it directly from an offline store.
They did it right away without any delay. They checked the nearest store, confirmed the working hours, and then decided on a time to go buy the goods.
We set out by taxi at four o'clock and arrived at almost ten o'clock. Even the two of us who were purchasing the car were quick to act. By half past four, all the formalities were completed and we got a small electric scooter.
When they left, the boss happily saw them off to the door. He liked young people like these who were very goal-oriented, and they bargained as if they were joking, so the deal closing rate was very high.
The young man who was ripped off also greeted the boss cheerfully: "Let's go, boss."
Song Ci stood beside Jiang Xingzhou holding the kettle she had given him, watching him wave to the boss.
It’s amazing that I can become familiar with the boss just by going out to buy something.
She looked at Jiang Xingzhou's profile with admiration.
Jiang Xingzhou turned around and caught her: "What are you looking at?"
“…No.” Song Ci turned away embarrassedly.
Jiang Xingzhou scratched her nose without any hesitation and exposed her: "Next time, just watch it openly. I'm not stopping you from watching it."
Song Ci's face flushed and she drooped her eyelids, not looking at him.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, rubbed her head roughly, and then took the kettle from her hand.
"Okay, I'm just kidding." He patted the back seat, "Come on in, I'll take you for a ride in our new car."
Song Ci no longer hesitated and raised her legs to sit on their electric scooter.
They finally have their own car.
Even though it's just a two-wheeled electric vehicle.
After all, it can be regarded as a means of transportation.
Seeing her sitting on it, Jiang Xingzhou also raised his legs and sat on it. After sitting down, he turned around and asked Song Ci: "Are you seated well?"
Song Ci responded softly: "Yeah."
Jiang Xingzhou sneered. How could he sit properly? He didn't even hold on to the car. Once he started the car, he might get hurt from inertia.
"Hold my waist." he requested.
The heat on Song Ci's face that had just subsided suddenly reappeared.
"I..." Song Ci's eyes drifted away, feeling embarrassed, but under Jiang Xingzhou's gaze, she had no choice but to obey: "...Ah."
She placed her hands on Jiang Xingzhou's waist, but instead of sticking to him, she grabbed the fabric of Jiang Xingzhou's clothes.
Jiang Xingzhou was extremely anxious watching her slow movements, and that was not all, she didn't even support him but just grabbed his clothes.
Tsk.
The little girl is really hard to please.
He supported himself with his feet on the ground to maintain the balance of the car. After freeing his hands, he grabbed Song Ci's small hands with both hands and slapped them on his waist.
"Little Songci, I don't have any nails on my waist, so it won't prick your hand if I hold on to you."
He was both angry and amused: "You are pulling my short-sleeved shirt like this because you think it has a long lifespan and want to end its lifespan early?"
He is not like the campus prince in TV dramas who always wears a stylish white shirt.
His short-sleeved shirt was just an ordinary polyester one. When she pulled it like that, it didn't even look out of shape. If she had used a little more force, his abdominal muscles would have been exposed.
It was broad daylight, and he still wanted to have some dignity.
Song Ci felt a little ashamed, and pressed her forehead against his back, and said in a shameful and angry way, "I didn't do that."
He refused to even raise his face.
Jiang Xingzhou decided to stop when he saw that things were going well: "Okay, okay, you don't have it, then sit down, I'll take you for a ride."
"… Um."
The traffic was not heavy at this time. He drove his electric scooter with Song Ci on the way home.
Freedom, beauty
The warm breeze blowing in his face made him intoxicated. While waiting for the traffic light, he turned around and asked Song Ci, "Are you feeling good?"
Song Ci was wearing a helmet. She didn't say anything, and the helmet clanged against him.
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
Got it, nodded, right
He was about to say something when a traffic policeman in uniform suddenly came over.
The two of them were walking on the road near the side of the road. Jiang Xingzhou's attention was diverted when he saw the traffic police coming over. He stared at the other party with interest, wondering which unlucky guy was caught for not obeying traffic rules.
Song Ci reminded quietly: "The light is green."
Jiang Xingzhou stopped staring at them and said, "Okay, let's go home~"
Before I started the car, the traffic police said, "The guy riding the electric scooter with his girlfriend, don't go, come here."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
He looked around and was surprised to see that among so many people he was the only one driving an electric bike.
Driving your girlfriend, does that mean you are talking about him
He turned around and the traffic police waved at him: "Yes, I'm talking about you. Come here."
Jiang Xingzhou was a little dazed and drove over.
Song Ci nervously grasped his waist tightly and called him softly: "Jiang Xingzhou..."
"It's okay." Jiang Xingzhou turned back to comfort her, "Don't be nervous, your hand... loosen up a bit, it's scratching my flesh, it hurts."
Song Ci was so shocked that she took her hand away and looked at him through the helmet, at a loss.
The traffic police stood next to them, staring at them expressionlessly.
The two men got out of the car. Jiang Xingzhou took off his helmet and put Song Ci behind him. Only then did he remember the traffic police.
"What's wrong, police officer? I'm wearing a helmet." He even handed over the helmet consciously.
The traffic policeman didn't say anything, but frowned.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't react, Song Ci pulled his arm and shook it, and reminded him softly: "It's not uncle, it's sister."
Jiang Xingzhou: “!”
Shit, that just clicked.
The word "uncle policeman" was ingrained in my bones, and I screamed out before my brain could react.
He laughed awkwardly twice: "Sorry, sorry, I said something wrong. So, sister, what's the matter with you calling us?"
The traffic policeman's expression brightened and he said, "License plates. Even electric bikes need license plates. Where's the license plate on your car?"
Jiang Xingzhou understood. So that was what was going on.
He took out all the materials for buying a car today: "Look, sister, we just bought this car."
The traffic police took the materials and found that this situation was quite common. After understanding the situation, they would not impose any penalties and reminded them to install license plates before going on the road next time.
Jiang Xingzhou turned around, knocked on Song Ci's helmet, and said proudly: "See, I told you it's okay."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
"Uncle policeman?"
Jiang Xingzhou: “?!”
"You little girl have really learned bad habits!"