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Chapter 169 The Best of Both Worlds
Song Heping shook his head and smiled as he looked at the two men who were riding away on bicycles. Forget it, let that kid behave. But as far as he is concerned, if he keeps silent, his dull sister doesn't know when Will be enlightened.

Smiling, he looked down at his left foot and sighed. Although he no longer felt inferior to his disability, this foot always reminded him that there were some things he couldn't do.

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Although the cold wind in early winter is not biting, it is also icy. After riding for a while, Wen Xiange sat behind Xiao Chenggong's hands and feet from the cold, and his hands and feet were a little stiff.

Xiao Chenggong in the front stopped when he heard the inhalation of the person behind him, turned around and looked at Wen Xiange, whose lips were pale and rubbing his hands, hurriedly took off his coat and said: "Why don't you say you are cold, put it on quickly, wait Yes, cough, you hold me."

Wen Xiange looked at the jacket handed over, sniffed and quickly waved his hands: "Put it on quickly, don't catch a cold, I'm not cold, it's the wind that makes my hands and feet cold."

He was wearing an undershirt inside the padded jacket, so he wouldn't die of cold if he took it off.

"It's okay, I'm not cold when I'm riding, so you can wear it." Xiao Chenggong still passed the clothes over and said.

"Hey, you man, I told you to put it on as soon as possible. It's winter now, you wear one and think you're an iron man."

"I'm really fine. When I was a child, I wore short sleeves and ran in the snow in winter and never got sick." Xiao Chenggong shook his head.

"Eh..." Hearing this, Xiange suddenly didn't know what to say.

"That's good, you wear it backwards, and I'll hold you, so that you can block the wind and I can keep warm." Wen Xiange finally thought of a way and said.

Xiao Chenggong didn't understand what he said for a while, and was stunned.

Seeing this, Wen Xiange took the cotton-padded coat and put it on the other party's body, then gestured and said: "This way you can block the wind, and I can hug you to keep warm. It's the best of both worlds."

Xiao Chenggong looked at the clothes on his body and hooked his lips to ride on the driveway again: "It's good, then you come up."

Wen Xiange sat on the back seat of the bicycle again, and then hugged the other person's waist. I don't know if it was because of the clothes covering it, or because of the other person's overheated body temperature. Anyway, she didn't feel cold anymore.

And Xiao Chenggong, who was riding in front of him, grinned the most. He bought this bicycle today, it was really timely and right.

There was a fire in my heart, and there was endless energy on my feet, but it didn't take long for the two of them to reach the junk recycling station.

Looking at the building with the words "recycling of old things" written on the front, Xiao Chenggong was a little annoyed, what was he doing riding so fast.

"Hey, we're here, hurry up and put on your clothes." Wen Xiange also saw those four words and hurriedly jumped out of the car to remind him.

Having arrived at the place, Xiao Chenggong didn't say anything more, nodded and put on his clothes, then pushed the bicycle and followed Wen Xiange towards the recycling bin.

"Hello, is anyone here?" Pushing open the half-closed broken iron door of the recycling station, Wen Xiange saw a spacious yard inside, except for a small one-story house in the northwest corner, the surrounding area was full of all kinds of garbage and old things, but there was no one there. He yelled when he saw someone.

"Selling old things, wait a minute." A somewhat youthful voice replied from the small bungalow.

After a while, a young man who looked to be about the same age as Xiao Chenggong walked out of the bungalow.

He looked up at Xiao Chenggong first, then turned his head to look at Wen Xiange, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he grinned and said, "This lesbian, are you going to sell old things?"

"Aren't you, Uncle Yang?" Wen Xiange looked at the angry man in front of him and frowned and asked. His brother said that the person in charge of the recycling station was an old man in his sixties called Uncle Yang, but the person in front of him was obviously not Yang. old man.

Xiao Chenggong, who was on the side, also frowned when he saw this person, and blocked Wen Xiange behind him without any trace.

(End of this chapter)