20
"Let's try to get along with each other... what do you mean?" Su Qiong's heart was beating like a drum. He raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Fu. As soon as he came into contact with the other person's fiery gaze, he quickly lowered his eyes and stared at the sleeves of his down jacket as if he had been burned by fire. The polished cuffs were still stained with white dust from working on the construction site, and they looked pitiful.
Lin Fu pressed the window on Su Qiong's side of the car with one hand and held Su Qiong's seat with the other, confining him in a small area. He got closer and said, "Just being with me, together, do you understand? "
"I understand," Su Qiong had beads of sweat on his forehead and tried his best to hide back, almost burying himself in the car seat, "But..."
I am a poor god.
The god of poverty who only makes people poorer, who brings all kinds of bad luck to people, who is kicked out of every household on the sixth day of the first lunar month every year, who is disliked by everyone...
Will he be scared away if the truth is told? Su Qiong did not dare to think any further, lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes sadly. For the first time in his life, he disliked his status as a poor god.
It would be great if he were a shining little god of wealth, then Lin Fu would definitely like him more.
Lin Fu said with a hint of urgency in his voice: "But what?"
"It's better not to..." Su Qiong was silent for a long time, and finally refused softly. His face turned red and white, and his ten toes moved uneasily in the thin shoes. If you move, the top layer of cloth will almost leak out.
"...It doesn't matter." Lin Fu, who was ruthlessly rejected, smiled kindly, reached out and rubbed Su Qiong's face with his thumb, and wiped away the small piece of white dust stained there, "I was too impulsive... You don’t like men, do you?”
"No," Su Qiong shook his head listlessly.
Lin Fu smiled bitterly: "Then you don't like me?"
"No!" Su Qiong raised his head and explained hurriedly, "I just feel that I am not worthy of you. I am poor, unlucky, and will bring trouble to others. When you are with me, you can't even own your own car. Open, and my identity..."
"Stop talking," Lin Fu pressed his index finger on Su Qiong's mouth. His soft, red lips were slightly cold, like flower petals, "Those are not important."
Su Qiong's eyes were bright and watery.
Lin Fu adjusted his mood and said, "At least promise me to take care of you in the future. As for the rest, let's take our time."
Just as Su Qiong was about to speak, Lin Fu pressed another finger to his lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are not allowed to refuse, and you are not allowed to say thank you."
"Well..." Su Qiong pursed his lips and responded softly.
"Be good." Lin Fu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he finally looked like a domineering president at this moment...
However, at this touching moment, a large black Jeep suddenly drove slowly from behind and parked side by side with Lin Fu's car.
Lin Fu:…
The window of the jeep slowly lowered, and Xiao Zhang confirmed to Lin Fu from inside: "Mr. Lin, this car is also broken down?"
"It's not broken." Lin Fu glared at him quickly and prepared to leave.
However, Lin Fu soon discovered painfully that the second-hand Chery QQ could not start.
The second-hand engine roared feebly, then fell silent.
Lin Fu struggled for another minute without belief, and soon the engine didn't even squeak and was completely scrapped.
Unfortunately, Lin Fu and Su Qiong abandoned the car again.
Su Qiong stood on the side of the road with a sad face, looking at the cute car guiltily.
"Don't worry, I have second-hand preparations." Lin Fu snapped his fingers handsomely, and Xiao Zhang jumped out of the jeep, opened the trunk, took out a 28-inch bicycle, and put it on the ground.
"Mr. Lin, please." Xiao Zhang extended his hand gracefully.
Lin Fu smiled self-deprecatingly, strode his long legs and got on the bicycle. He patted the big bar in front of him gracefully, hooked his finger at Su Qiong and said, "Come on, get on the bike."
twenty one
The handsome, young and promising domineering president was finally reduced to riding a bicycle to carry people.
Su Qiong sat in front of Lin Fu.
Although he was sweating after a day of physical work, when the bike started to ride and the breeze blew backwards, Lin Fu still smelled a refreshing scent like the forest after the rain.
Lin Fu coughed. Anyway, what he just said was clear. He didn't intend to hide his thoughts anymore, so he pushed his chest forward very deliberately and pressed it against Su Qiong's back.
Before teasing, the chest is pressed against the back, and the body is in invisible contact...
But after Su Qiong noticed the solid touch coming from behind him, he immediately moved forward and separated from Lin Fu.
Lin Fu reluctantly leaned forward again, so Su Qiong had no choice but to continue leaning forward, keeping a distance from Lin Fu.
"Can you please step back a little?" Su Qiongyu said apologetically.
"Oh, okay." Lin Fu straightened his back heartbrokenly, feeling like a tram pervert who had attempted indecent assault...
"Your clothes must be very expensive," Su Qiong took the trouble to explain, "They will rip if I touch them."
Lin Fu imagined himself walking on the street, his clothes suddenly untied, his shirt sleeves fell off and turned into a hurdle vest, and his trousers split and turned into a cheongsam. He immediately straightened his waist upright and met Su Qiong. keep distance.
While riding, a section of road under maintenance appeared in front of him. The road was full of small gravels. Lin Fu immediately reminded: "For this bumpy road ahead, hold on to the handlebars with both hands."
"Okay." Su Qiong obediently held the handlebars with both hands.
Lin Fu let out a low laugh in success, and immediately covered Su Qiong's hands with his own.
"Oops..." Su Qiong called out softly.
"I'll sing to you." Lin Fu changed the subject very cunningly, and without waiting for Su Qiong's consent, he pressed Su Qiong's hand firmly and hummed, "I want to hold your hand like this and never let go, love can I can't be pure and without sorrow forever. I want to take you to ride a bicycle... "
The sky where the setting sun ends is gradually rendered with indigo, lavender, orange, pink and many other indescribable colors on one side, as gorgeous as a layered tapestry, while the stars and the half-faced moon are already impatiently emerging from the other side. The side shows a vague shape.
The gentle singing suddenly went away in the evening breeze. This scene was as pure and beautiful as campus love, and time seemed to have frozen...
Assistant Xiao Zhang, who knows how to create momentum for the president, is driving a domineering off-road jeep to escort Mr. Lin...
The off-road jeep was following behind the 28th big bar for a while, and kept pace with the 28th big bar for a while. Then it kicked the accelerator and failed to stop, accidentally overtaking the 28th big bar and driving in front of Mr. Lin, making Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin suck the exhaust fumes.
Mr. Lin, who was immersed in a beautiful love affair, was awakened by a strong breath of exhaust gas:...
Xiao Zhang hurriedly slowed down, and a car sped past. The driver stuck his head out and yelled at Xiao Zhang: "Why are you driving!"
Xiao Zhang:…
You dare to yell at Mr. Lin’s assistant? It's a pity that Mr. Lin won't notice you anymore.
Lin Fu felt a headache. He waved his hand to Xiao Zhang and said, "You go back first. I don't need the car today."
Xiao Zhang: "Okay Mr. Lin, goodbye Mr. Lin."
Tsk, this is all I can see today in "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Little White Flower".
twenty two
Lin Fu took Su Qiong to the commercial street and bought clothes for Su Qiong in a casual brand clothing store known for its affordable prices.
Although Lin Fu wanted to buy the entire store for Su Qiong, Su Qiong chose only two sets of clothes, pants and shoes.
"Wouldn't it be better to buy more and wear them differently?" Lin Fu suggested, "This store is very affordable and won't break."
Su Qiong shook his head. The dimples in his smile were clean and cute: "A change of clothes is enough. Even if it's cheap, I can't have too many."
Lin Fu sighed distressedly and asked while choosing clothes, "Do you know why you became like this?"
Su Qiong said vaguely: "Well, I don't know..."
Lin Fu frowned and looked a little serious: "Isn't it possible that he was caught up in something bad?"
"Uh..." Su Qiong's face turned pale, and the new clothes in his arms almost fell to the ground.
"I'll find someone who understands it for you another day." Lin Fu said comfortingly, stroking Su Qiong's soft hair.
The little poor god was unhappy. He rubbed his feet on the ground, lowered his head and gave a perfunctory hum.
I am the "bad thing" myself...
Lin Fu had no idea that he had inadvertently made Su Qiong sad. He took a top, a jacket and a pair of trousers from the display rack, raised them and said, "Wait for me here, I'll try them on."
"Okay..." Su Qiong was in a daze absentmindedly.
Lin Fu looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "I can hug you after you change your clothes."