Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

"What I wanted was to stay in a hotel for a day. Now I meet you. Don't you know how to play? What do you usually do?" song wanwei looks at Yan Qing.

"I..." Yan Qing's eyes turned, raised her hand and snapped her fingers: "take you to the place I usually go."

Then he started the car and set off with song wanwei.

After driving for half an hour, Yan Qing turned the steering wheel and went into a place like a repair shop.

"Where is this?" song wanwei looked around curiously.

"This is my favorite place to come."

After parking, Yan Qing said to song wanwei, "stay in my car first, don't get down." then he opened the door and got off.

Song wanwei stayed quietly in the car. After seeing Yan Qing get off the bus, she chatted with several people working.

"Oh, isn't this brother Yan? How long hasn't he come?" a fat bald man smiled at Yan Qing.

"I've been busy recently." Yan Qing approached the bald head, then smoked two cigarettes, and the two began to smoke together.

"How's my car doing?" Yan Qing asked.

"Do you still mention this?" the bald statue looked very helpless: "I told you long ago that the car is expensive and can't stand your crazy play. You might as well change it directly because of the wear and tear like last time. It's so old that it costs enough money to buy a new car with correct configuration."

"That car means a lot to me." Yan Qing smiled. "I know my brothers have worked hard to repair the car. The reward must be yours. Don't worry!"

"It's not all about the reward. I just don't understand." the bald head said, "do you want to ride out again to make a fake when you pick up the car this time? I tell you, if you do it like last time, I won't repair it for how much money!"

"Don't worry about this. I promise I won't be like last time." Yan Qing nodded and smiled: "I'll take someone this time. I won't mess around."

"Oh, you want to take people?" a gossip mood immediately appeared on his bald face: "you are willing to use your car to carry people? Who, let me see, it must be a great beauty!" he said, looking at Song wanwei.

"Hey, don't joke. People are shy." Yan Qing blocked his bald eyes without trace, and then said, "I'm serious. Is the car ready? It's not a joke if something goes wrong."

"Don't you trust my skill? I'm sure you can carry three people at the same time - just don't let the traffic police see it."

"Hahaha, I'm relieved if you say so!" Yan Qing said and asked the bald head to push the car out.

Song wanwei was sitting in the car in a daze when she heard the window knocked. She put down the window and saw Yan Qing wearing a black motorcycle helmet.

When the windshield was pushed up, Yan Qing's smiling eyes showed: "come on, I'll take you for a ride!"

After getting off the bus, song wanwei looked straight.

Yan Qing rode a heavy black locomotive with several graffiti on the body. The whole car looked cool and valuable. Even song wanwei doesn't understand locomotives, but she also knows that this car is by no means an ordinary product.

"Why, afraid?" Yan Qing said with a smile, "believe my technology, you won't be in danger." after that, Yan Qing handed song wanwei another small helmet hanging on the handle of the car.

Song wanwei hesitated for a moment. Seeing Yan Qing's look of expectation, she nodded, "OK." then she took her helmet and took the back seat of the car.

"Ready? Let's go!"

With the roar of the engine, song wanwei felt the locomotive speeding forward, and her heart beat faster. The wind kept blowing on her, and her ears were full of wind, as if there was only one sound left in the world.

Yan Qing rode up a section of mountain road. The speed was not fast, which made people feel cool and comfortable, but not too thrilling.

The mountain was not high. They soon reached the top of the mountain. It was a flat land with several towering green trees, casting a shade.

"How's it going? Don't you get used to it?" Yan Qing stopped the car and said, "this is the slowest ride I've ever had. Even when I was learning to ride, I didn't ride so slow."

"Really?" song wanwei said with a smile, "you ride quite steadily. I thought you were a drag racing party."

"If I were alone, I would drag racing." Yan Qing said, "but I don't have you."

Song wanwei took two steps forward. Although it is not high here, her vision is also very wide. She can see far away.

"Every time I'm in a bad mood, or simply bored, I'll speed race, go to a high place, and see so many things trampled under my feet, my mood will be better." Yan Qing sat down on the ground, looked at the distance and said.

Song wanwei was moved. She looked at Yan Qing and said, "thank you for bringing me here. I'm much better now."

Yan Qing said, "that's OK. As long as you're happy, all these things I've done are not in vain."

They watched the scenery quietly. Song wanwei didn't notice Yan Qing's proximity behind her. When she felt it, Yan Qing was close at hand.

"What are you... Doing?" song wanwei wanted to withdraw a little, but Yan Qing grabbed her arm and wouldn't let her retreat.

"I've done so much for you. Can I ask for something in return?" Yan Qing whispered.

"What reward?" song wanwei suddenly had a bad hunch.

"Well, I'll think about it." Yan Qing pretended to think, and then suddenly realized: "why not? You kiss me, even if you repay me, including I saved you before. How about it? Is it very cost-effective?"

Yan Qing's face was a charming smile, but song wanwei's expression slowly sank.

Yan Qing looked at it for a while, and the smile on her face disappeared.

He suddenly stepped back two steps: "I'm kidding. You don't have to take it seriously."

Song wanwei opened her mouth and thought for a moment before she said: "Yan Qing, in fact, I haven't figured it out. When you first met me, you said you fell in love with me at first sight. I think it was a tacit joke. But then you did so much and always said some ambiguous words. You made me don't know how to treat your feelings for me. What do you... Think?"

Yan Qing's face was a little numb: "what I think in my heart is very important to you?"

"Of course, you are a very important friend to me. Of course I will care about your ideas."

"Friend." Yan Qing bowed her head and smiled softly, looking a little self mocking: "you know I don't want to be friends with you. Am I full and ready to fight Ruan Tingchen for a friend?"