A small farmer's daughter-in-law

Chapter 102 Chapter 102
Looking at the motorcycles full of goods in front of him, Zhang Zihao was overwhelmed with emotion.

"My God, is this a motorcycle? This whole truck looks like it."

Isn't the chick on the motorcycle crazy?Not only is riding a motorcycle fast, but pulling goods is also like a desperate Saburo.

However, the motorcycle full of goods made Zhang Zihao even more curious. He stepped forward to find out who this chick on the motorcycle was.
Seeing a slender and handsome figure standing in front of him, he came to the front of the motorcycle one step ahead of him. Zhang Zihao saw the back of this figure, and quickly retracted his legs.

Lin Song stood at the back, looking at everything in front of him blankly, so he was a little curious in his heart, because Mao Zhou would suddenly stop a trucker on a motorcycle.

But he never gossips like Zhang Zihao, thinking about what he has and what he doesn't.

Of course, that's when you don't know who the other party is.

If he knew who the other party was, he probably wouldn't be so calm.

Zhou Suoran stood in front of the motorcycle, looked up and down the motorcycle full of goods with his dark eyes, and then looked at Lin Xiaoxiao who only showed one head.

There was a glimmer of light in the dark eyes, but his tone was calm as hell.

"Isn't it driving without a license? I really want to go to the traffic police for a while with so many goods."

Why don't you just set up a street stall, why work so hard.

These things hanging on the motorcycle are probably enough for a small truck to pull!

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the motorcycle, originally wanted to drive the motorcycle and left in a cool way, but suddenly bumped into Zhou Suran and felt so wronged that she was about to die.

I couldn't help turning off the engine of the motorcycle, and secretly cursed in my heart.

"My God, let's just say that I didn't read the almanac when I went out today."

Let's go racing, just meet this kid.

Come on overload again, and meet this kid again.

And within a day, knowing that he didn't have a driver's license, he deliberately exposed his shortcomings.

That's right, Gan Ming'er hastened to urge the salesman to get a certificate for himself.

Anyway, in the 90s, the requirements for obtaining a license were far less stringent than those of later generations. You can probably get a motorcycle driver's license in a day's work.

Annoyed in my heart, I have already greeted Zhou Suoran's 18th generation ancestors, but I still have to keep a smile on my lips.

"Oh, my lord secretary..., what a coincidence to meet you again!" As for people talking about going to the traffic police, just pretend you didn't hear it.

There is no way, this flattery, people don't like to hear it, you have to shoot, who let yourself fall into the hands of others again?
Zhou Suran's dark eyes fixed on Lin Xiaoxiao, even through a black helmet and a brown windshield, Lin Xiaoxiao felt that the other person's eyes were like X-rays, and she felt uncomfortable staring at her.

Zhang Zihao, who was standing next to him, felt familiar when he heard the voice, but he didn't take it seriously.

After all, Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing a black helmet, so she couldn't see anything from Zhang Zihao's perspective.

These days, there are many people with familiar voices, not everyone is worthy of his attention, not to mention his young master is still standing in front of him, no matter how curious he is, no matter how gossip, he will not intervene.

Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao's doggy smile, the expression on Zhou Suran's face was still calm, and the light in his eyes flickered, the meaning was unclear.

"Don't try to change the subject, what we're talking about is motorcycle hauling and driving without a license."

Every time I meet Lin Xiaoxiao, I almost always do some unreasonable things, either racing fast, or using motorcycles to illegally haul goods, and the key is driving without a license.

He didn't want to care about it, but he really couldn't stand it.

You can just pull the goods, if you have to pull so many goods on a motorcycle, the tires are almost flat, and he can't even pretend that he doesn't see it.

Seeing the other party's serious and businesslike appearance, Lin Xiaoxiao continued to accompany her smiling face.

"Hey, who said I used a motorcycle to pull goods? I just went outside to find a rickshaw to pull back to the city."

As he spoke, he moved his chin towards the position of a tricycle, but unfortunately the other party didn't see her at all, and rode away on the tricycle ringing the bell.

Lin Xiaoxiao: "..."

This scene can't be performed, and none of the extras are cooperating, and they don't know what to look at. I didn't see that she was in trouble here. Do you really need a rickshaw?
When they were not needed before, they came to hang around her one by one, but now that they are needed, they all pretended not to see them.

Lin Song, who had been standing behind him all the time, looked at the way Zhou Moran and Lin Xiaoxiao looked at each other, and couldn't stand it any longer.

He looked at the watch in his hand, stepped forward and whispered in Zhou Suoran's ear.

"Suddenly, who is this?"

If you know each other and see the other party driving dangerously, wouldn't it be enough to say hello and find a car for him?
Because Mao wants to keep entangled, Zhou Suoran's style of handling things has always been straightforward, never creating something out of nothing, and caring about what is there.

Today is obviously a bit out of line.

If you don't know each other, let them go.

Since you don't know each other, it doesn't matter if people use a motorcycle to haul goods, even if they use a bicycle to haul goods!
Anyway, are the traffic rules at this time far less strict than later generations?

Zhou Suoran's eyes were still fixed on Lin Xiaoxiao who was wearing a helmet, a perfect arc was revealed at the corner of his mouth, and his deep magnetic baritone voice rang in Lin Song's ear.

"Didn't you always want to know her? She is Lin Xiaoxiao."

Lin Song, who was standing next to him, staggered every day and almost lost his footing. He pointed at the woman on the motorcycle for a long time before he opened his mouth in doubt.

"What, she is Lin Xiaoxiao?"

My God, it was so unexpected, is there any?
Lin Xiaoxiao, the stock god who was enshrined in the altar by people, is actually riding an unlicensed motorcycle to haul bulk goods?People who drive without a license.

In Lin Song's subconscious mind, when meeting Lin Xiaoxiao, he would either meet him in a high-end office building or a stock trading hall, or at worst in an elegant coffee shop.

The other party is drinking coffee, with exquisite makeup, elegant dress, well-dressed, talking about the technical terms of stocks, and saying that numbers are the perfect law of how to harvest gold threads.

With every gesture, he showed the demeanor of a bigwig, harvested people's admiring eyes, and since then stood at the height of the stock god forum, making people worship him.

But I didn't expect it!It was the first time I met the God of Stocks, even though it was in a wholesale market full of people coming and going, the ancient god also came to wholesale some odds and ends in person, and was going to drive away on an unlicensed motorcycle without a license.

It simply subverted his understanding of the stock god.

"Ah... puff!"

Of course, when Zhou Suran's words came out, Zhang Zihao was also surprised. He almost choked on his own saliva.

Fortunately, he moved quickly, and quickly wiped off the saliva that spewed out. Regardless of Zhou Suoran standing in front of him, he trotted to Lin Xiaoxiao's motorcycle, walked around the motorcycle, and said in disbelief.

"My God, are you really Sister Lin?"

(End of this chapter)