Yu Fengcheng shook off Xiaocao's hand with his shoulder, "You are so free, carry your luggage for me."
"Why, you can't carry it."
"I want to free my arms to hug my wife." "Tell me how much you miss me?"
Bai Xinyu didn't even look at Xiaocao, and threw him the key directly, pointing to the side of the street with his slender fingers.
Slapped his paw on the steering wheel.
Bai Xinyu squinted his eyes in the direction of the windshield, Yu Fengcheng turned his head and saw that Xiaocao's big face was about to touch the glass.
Yu Fengcheng gave Xiaocao a hard look, and lowered the car window: "What else are you going to do?"
"Brother Cheng, I... just put my luggage in, and accidentally left my phone behind in the trunk."
Yu Fengcheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and opened the trunk.
Xiaocao took the phone and left in a hurry.
The two looked at each other in the car and laughed.
"Go home, Chinese New Year."
"go home."