money trouble

Chapter 620 The Sudden Beer Bottle
Sitting firmly on the motorcycle, the pure mechanical texture is transmitted to the body, as if you can feel every inch of the road being left behind, and the rhythm of the engine rings in your ears, within reach.

Not to mention, holding a beautiful woman who conquered the steel beast in my arms at this moment, this feeling is great!
Wu Qian felt indescribably comfortable. The breeze passed over Yuan Bingqing's shoulders, blew on the windshield of his helmet, and then penetrated into his neck and nostrils, carrying a slight fragrance.

No matter how luxurious the sports car is, you can't experience this kind of beauty when you parade beautiful women through the streets.

As his mood relaxed, Wu Qian's hands holding Yuan Bingqing were not as tight as before. His arms loosened a little bit, then slid down, and naturally fell on Yuan Bingqing's lap.

The place where the arm hangs is fine, but the place where the palm is placed is somewhat...

Yuan Bingqing felt her stomach loosen, and then a heavy object fell on her lap, and she felt a sudden thump in her heart.

Although she couldn't see where Wu Qian's palm was placed, it didn't prevent her from making up her mind.

"What is this going to do!! God, his hands..."

Yuan Bingqing was driving the locomotive very nervously, her mind was muddled, she was deeply afraid that Wu Qian's hand would make any further movements, that would be too scary, you know, this was on the street.

Ten seconds passed, and what Yuan Bingqing was worried about did not happen. Wu Qian's arms just drooped on her thighs so naturally, motionless.

How could Wu Qian do anything, even if he wanted to educate Yuan Bingqing, it wasn't at this time.

He is looking at the street scene, and the people on the street are also looking at him.

If Wu Qian and Yuan Bingqing's positions were reversed, people would be envious and jealous, but in the current situation, a tall and thick man was sitting in the back row, hugging a slender beauty, and many passers-by curled their lips.

Wu Qian can see the deep disdain on the faces of people passing by, but he doesn't care at all. You guys can't experience the happiness and joy of buddies!

Feel sour, I'm sweet.

At nine o'clock in the capital, the traffic was no longer congested, but in just over half an hour, we arrived at our destination.

When the huge golden wing appeared in the parking lot outside the night market, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Gold Wing GL1800 is definitely as attractive as a sports car, and the driver is a beautiful woman, which is even more eye-catching, and there is a man sitting behind it, which is even more eye-catching.

Attracting attention is attracting attention, but it is limited to attracting the attention of men, and the women who are with men are all staring at the men around them, because of Yuan Bingqing's long legs, even female compatriots can't help wanting more Take a look, let alone the male companion around you.

The young man in charge of the parking lot "appealed" and blew his whistle. He knew the motorcycle and the people on it.

"Sister Yuan, yo, this is...Bringing Big Brother to play today?"

The young man was about 1800 years old, with red hair dyed on his head, and warmly greeted the Golden Wing GL[-].

Yuan Bingqing's body was already stiff, she nodded and looked around, that means, find me a parking space.

Hongmao knew Yuan Bingqing's cold personality, so he didn't care, and enthusiastically found a spacious parking space for Yuan Bingqing.

It's not without reason that Hongmao is enthusiastic. It's not that he can earn more money from Yuan Bingqing, but that whenever Yuan Bingqing parks the car here, he can pretend to be the owner of the car and take photos and post them on Moments, just like the real thing, Mr. Installed 13.

After parking the car, Wu Qian didn't wait for Yuan Bingqing to speak. He let go of his arms and raised his legs before getting out of the car. He took off his helmet and said, "No wonder you like riding a motorcycle. I understand it now. It's quite comfortable. Another day I'll get one too."

Yuan Bingqing took off his helmet, peeked at Wu Qian while smoothing his hair with his hands, and found that the other party's eyes were clear and without evil thoughts, and secretly blamed himself for thinking too much.

"Yes, it is very convenient to take the motorcycle driving test now. As long as the weather is good, this way of travel is more comfortable than a car."

Yuan Bingqing hung Wu Qian's half helmet and his own helmet on the handlebars of the motorcycle, then signaled for Hongmao to look after them, and then the two walked towards the night market together.

A few tens of meters away from the parking lot, on the non-motorized driveway, Kux parked the phantom in the shadow, and several people got out of the car and spread out, following Wu Qian and Yuan Bingqing far away.

The night market, the night market, is naturally lively at night, and it is after nine o'clock when there are many people. Yuan Bingqing introduced to Wu Qian that there is a university and two colleges nearby, so the night market business is particularly hot.

Walking on the night market street, Wu Qian has already seen many youthful men and women, presumably they must be students studying nearby, the atmosphere is very good.

The two chatted one after another, eating stinky tofu at this stall, and a kebab at that stall. Compared with the formality in a western restaurant, this place makes people feel more at ease.

"Wu Qian, tell the truth, how many girlfriends do you have now?"

Holding a big meat skewer in his hand, Yuan Bingqing asked sideways, with chili noodles standing on his lips, the image of the iceberg programmer was only a thread away from collapsing.

Only she could ask this kind of question. Wu Qian smiled slyly and said, "How many girlfriends do you have now? If you are my girlfriend, then I 'now' have a girlfriend."

Yuan Bingqing was dumbfounded by Wu Qian's words, and took two bites of meat to react. It turned out that Wu Qian was playing word games with her. She thought that the other party didn't want to talk about this topic, so she didn't ask any more. Anyway, as far as she knew, there were at least five of them.

The two walked and chatted, and sat at the door of a small shop that runs Baoduer. Yuan Bingqing greeted: "Boss, two big bowls of Baoduer!".

Baoduer is a very famous snack in Beijing. It can be as famous as roast duck, and it is very characteristic of Beijing.

The "explosion" of Baoduer is a cooking technique, which pays attention to a fast word. There are three kinds of salt explosion, oil explosion and water explosion. Cut into small pieces or strips, blanch them in boiling water with a strainer, quickly remove them, and dip them in seasonings to eat.

"Don't be fooled by this Baoduer shop. It's not bad at all compared to Baoduer Zhang, Baoduer Feng, and Baoduhuang. You can try it later."

Yuan Bingqing swallowed saliva secretly, looked at the boss who was walking towards them with two servings of Baoduer, and introduced to Wu Qian that what she was talking about were all time-honored restaurants in Beijing, which were often overcrowded.

Wu Qian looked at Yuan Bingqing, who was a little impatient, and said with a smile: "I figured it out today, your devil figure is not from training in the gym, but from eating snacks!"

Yuan Bingqing smiled, but did not refute, because two servings of fiery fried belly had already been served on the table.

The fragrant fried belly and a plate of exquisite dipping sauce really whet the appetite.

It's a pity that there were not only two fried stomachs on the table, but also a beer bottle flying from the side!
The big killer beer bottle seemed to fall from the sky, and plunged into the dipping sauce with incomparable precision, and there was a ping-pong sound, and the dishes were messed up.

(End of this chapter)