Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

In the end, Feng Qingyu lost to Chen by ten seconds. Chen's icy face showed a rare expression of high spirits, like a young man who was full of vigor and realized his ambitions.

Feng Qingyu liked her expression like this, which was much better than a serious face or an angry face.

"Mr. Chen is amazing. I have to admit he is better than me. After not seeing him for a while, Mr. Chen's driving skills have improved tremendously."

Chen took off the black motorcycle helmet that matched his racing suit and shook his hair.

"My driving skills have always been good, but I don't like to race with others, which makes you think that my driving skills are not good. But you, your driving skills have deteriorated so much, and you are focusing all your attention on picking up girls, right?"

Faced with Chen's complaints, Feng Qingyu could only smile bitterly, and then smile bitterly again.

She is not a professional racing driver, nor does she have much time to play with cars. There are so many missions, big and small, in Rhode Island, and she doesn't have to ride a motorcycle for every mission, so it is normal that her skills are rusty.

Feng Qingyu imagined the format of high school Chinese reading questions in his mind.

What kind of thoughts and feelings does Chen express in this statement? What are the two meanings of the second half of Chen Sir's sentence?

Sir Chen could no longer conceal her resentment, and what she wanted was clear at a glance.

"Okay, the agreement before the game, if you lose, you have to unconditionally agree to one of my requests."

At this moment, a sly look flashed in Chen's eyes. She won.

"I want you to stay with me for two nights and stay at my house. You cannot make excuses to leave during the stay and you must obey my commands."

As the loser, Feng Qingyu had previously promised to abide by the rules of the game, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

"I can't beat you, Sir Chen."

Feng Qingyu stretched herself, the soreness from a few days ago had almost subsided, she should be able to withstand the new battle. Before the battle, she wanted to eat something first.

I had a burger in the afternoon and I'm already hungry now. Since Chen is next to me, I might as well eat her food to satisfy my stomach.

"Mr. Chen, I'm hungry. I want to eat."

"Don't worry, I will feed your mouth tonight, in every sense of the word. I remember that I have never let you go hungry."

Chen stretched out his hand and lifted Feng Qingyu's chin, his red eyes gradually becoming fanatical.

……

Afterwards, Chen returned the borrowed motorcycle to the owner, and rode back with Feng Qingyu. Chen insisted on being the driver, and Feng Qingyu could not persuade her, so she could only hold Chen's waist obediently on the back seat.

Because Chen was driving too fast, the Guards wanted to issue her a ticket. The Guards had issued her several tickets before, and this was something Shi Huaiya had criticized many times.

Feng Qingyu didn't want to see Shi Huaiya and Chen quarreling, as they were both very good people.

"Mr. Chen... drive slower. I'm worried that you might flip over if you drive like that in the city. If you drive like that in the city, the traffic police will issue you a ticket. Then Missy will quarrel with you again."

"What are you afraid of? That barbecued pork cat knows how to use a loudspeaker to lecture people all day long. I'm used to it. When you are alone with me, don't always mention other women's names, especially that barbecued pork cat. It's a real bummer."

After saying that, Chen drove faster and faster, as if he was determined to go against Feng Qingyu.

Women's jealousy should not be underestimated.

Passing by a cake shop, Chen stopped the car and went in to buy an eight-inch fruit cream cake. The cake looked good, and the fruit on top was also very fresh.

Chen doesn't often eat sweets, so it was unprecedented to see someone buy such a big cake at one time.

"Mr. Chen, today is not your birthday, right? Isn't your birthday on July 7? Today is neither Christmas nor Christmas Eve. Is there anyone's birthday in your family?"

Feng Qingyu thought about it and felt something was wrong. She was not the only one in Chen's family, so where would the others come from? Her uncle Wei Yanwu would not ask her to buy a cake and bring it back in the middle of the night.

I don't understand.

Chen was holding the cake, the smile on his face deepening, as if he was planning some unknown evil plan.

"I'm not really interested in cakes, but—"

She leaned close to Feng Qingyu's ear, and every word she spoke was filled with hot heat that made his neck itchy.

"If the cake is smeared on you and has your scent on it, I'll be very interested in eating it all."

The aroma of sweet and delicious cakes, fruits and cream wafts in the air. Putting a good dessert on an even better person, two good things combined will only make it more pleasant.

Although playing like this can easily make the bed dirty and sticky, which is difficult to deal with, Chen is in a very good mood today and wants to give it a try anyway.

Today was her occasion.

"Mr. Chen, why are you laughing so... scary? I'm a little scared."

Feng Qingyu rarely saw Chen laugh so happily. Every time Sir Chen laughed, he must have some bad idea in his mind. And tonight, he was the one who implemented the bad idea.

My tail suddenly felt cold, and I hid under my coat. It was very likely that my tail would be in danger tonight, or something else would be in danger.

"You'll know soon, Sir Feng."

When Chen bit her earlobe lightly, her body couldn't stop shaking.

This is a street with many people coming and going, so such an intimate action will inevitably attract attention. If it were any other time, it would be unimaginable that the serious Mr. Chen would do such a bold thing in front of others.

Every time they were alone together, Chen would behave in a way that was extremely inconsistent with her personality.

Sometimes she is high-spirited, sometimes she is arrogant, and sometimes she is dark and overbearing... Such a woman, to use the clichéd words in CEO literature, is so damn sweet, interesting, and makes people unable to stop.

The night in Longmen is hazy and charming. The air and lights are filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Even more charming is the blue-haired dragon girl beside him.

A breeze blew a strand of hair to Feng Qingyu's cheek. She reached out to catch it to stop it from being naughty, and then put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

Both of them were itching to do it.

One hundred and sixty-four: Nothing is more fun than a motorcycle

At night, just after ten o'clock, many people's nightlife has just begun. Officer Chen from the Special Inspection Team of the Longmen Guard Bureau is enjoying the second round of racing tonight.

This one was even more exhilarating than the one a few hours ago. She had endless energy, all of which she saved for tonight.

The motorcycle model is Qinglong FQY26 with a black and white shell. It is a great motorcycle that I just got last month. It is much more comfortable to ride than any famous brand motorcycle on the market. The degree of comfort can only be understood, not described.

The second round was not a race, but simply for her own enjoyment. She didn't have to wear a helmet, a tight racing suit, or even tie her hair into a hairstyle she didn't like.

She put the tail in the right position, adjusted her sitting position, gripped the slender handlebars with both hands, raised them high, placed them on her shoulders, straightened her body back suddenly, and began to slowly accelerate.

"It's simply amazing... Feng Qingyu, don't you think so?"

Feng Qingyu was also forced to join Chen's night ride. His head was dizzy from the bumpy ride, and he felt strange electric currents on his back, which was extremely comfortable.

"Yeah... Mr. Chen, your driving skills are getting better and better... The speed is also pretty good, and still within the comfortable range..."

His driving skills were great in every sense, and Feng Qingyu felt inferior to him. She could only hold on tight to avoid being thrown out of the car.

After riding at a constant speed for about half an hour, Feng Qingyu felt a little thirsty. Mr. Chen would not be as excessive as a certain Sarkaz, who would only give it to Feng Qingyu after he begged for it.

"Mr. Chen, give me some water. My throat is a little dry."

Chen loosened one hand, grabbed a strawberry from the basket beside him, put it in his mouth, and slowly lowered his head.

I can only say that Sir Chen is a person who knows how to have fun.

Feng Qingyu bit the strawberry hard, fearing that Chen would suddenly change his mind and take it back, not allowing her to eat it.

She wanted to drink some water rather than strawberries.

"I suddenly want to eat too."

What Chen was talking about was a strawberry cream cake placed on the car body. The cake was very simple, a bowl-sized cake base covered with a layer of white cream. In the center of the cream layer, there was a small, round cherry.

She lowered her head, picked up the cherry with her teeth and put it in her mouth. The cherry was sweet and sour, the cake was soft, and the cream was rich and mellow, making her feel like she was in the clouds.

Feng Qingyu hugged Chen's back tightly, a thin layer of sweat seeping out of her forehead and back. Chen's actions were really exciting, her heart was pounding, her blood was boiling, and her body was surging with waves of heat.

"Sir Chen...don't eat at this time..."

I was a little overwhelmed by eating so suddenly that I almost fell off the bike. It would be so boring if I fell off the bike before Chen reached his destination.

"Don't worry, you have a share too. But I want to share it with you. I won't allow you to enjoy my service while eating alone."

Chen scooped a small piece of cream cake with a spoon, stuffed it into Feng Qingyu's mouth, and then kissed her. Their tongues intertwined, and each other's breath, mixed with the sweetness of the cream cake, added a little fun to the ride.

Then, Chen began to speed up, as if he was more energetic after eating and wanted to finish the first lap first.

She readjusted her sitting position, stretched her tail straight, stepped on the accelerator, and increased the speed to the highest level. The motorcycle under her responded to her instructions, making a frantic roar and vibrating slightly.

The tail of the motorcycle was shaking in the vibration, and Chen grabbed it and stepped on it. The tail was still moving around, moving wildly. Chen couldn't care less, so he could only hold the handlebars tighter to prevent the body of the motorcycle from moving around and tilting, affecting his sprinting experience.

"Mr. Feng, we're almost at the finish line... How about you? Are you satisfied with my driving skills?"

"Of course... I am satisfied... I am very satisfied..."

Feng Qingyu couldn't utter a few complete sentences. Chen was riding too fast, shaking her mind and making her body sweat. Her hands tightly hugged Chen's thin waist.

Then, with his toes curled together and his back tensed in an instant, he rushed to the end of the lane with Chen.

All the accumulated pressure was completely released at this moment, and both the mind and body achieved supreme enjoyment.

Is this the supreme skill of Inspector Longmen? It really lives up to its name.

After running one lap, Feng Qingyu still felt unsatisfied, and her body told her that she could run many more laps.

Riding a bike with Chen Sir is very different from riding a dragon with Surtur and Dr. Their operation methods are too simple and crude. Although they can also be fun, they are still a little bit different from each other.

In terms of technique and compatibility, Chen Na is of course the best.

Chen's tail was temporarily out of its storage place. It was wet and stained with someone's saliva. She wiped her tail with a tissue on the bedside and threw the paper ball into the trash can.

"I haven't played with you for a while, and I feel like you've become even more delicious... It's even more enjoyable than eating a dish made by a three-star state banquet chef..."

Feng Qingyu lay on his back on the bed, recalling the lap he had just run. His chest kept rising and falling. After a long while, his eyes returned to normal from the confusion.

"Mr. Chen, you are amazing... You always take care of my feelings and needs."

Now she had forgotten that she once wanted to be the top attacker. Just let the top attacker go with the wind. It was better to let Chen manipulate her feelings than to be the top attacker.

So, she is now looking forward to the next round of cycling. Her waist is still okay and she still wants to ride a bike.

"Mr. Chen, what should we do next? Or should we take the seat?"

Chen grabbed the water on the bedside table and drank half of it, then handed the rest to Feng Qingyu.

"Of course we have to change seats... Sir Feng, I'll let you sit in the front and I'll sit in the back, and we'll go one more lap. To be honest, I still prefer you to drive so I can enjoy it."

The two took a short break, and when their strength and condition were restored to continue riding, they got on the motorcycle again. This time they changed the track, which had larger bends and slopes, and required a balanced speed and strength to avoid early rollover and fatigue.

If we change positions, both of us will have a better experience.

The road was rough, and Feng Qingyu felt more vibrations. Her task was to keep Chen's tail, the tighter the better. In the previous lap, Feng Qingyu kept it very well, and Chen was very satisfied.

However, Chen had just said to drive slowly, but now he was driving so fast.

"Mr. Chen... slow down, this is different from what you just agreed on..."

She could no longer see the scenery on both sides, only the wind kept blowing across her face, lifting her long black hair. The heat that had just subsided rose again because of this journey.

"Of course you have to ride fast. What's the point of riding slowly? Hold on tight, don't fall off!"

After saying that, Chen didn't care whether Feng Qingyu agreed or not, and just sped up his riding.

One hundred and sixty-five: The dark side is Chen Sir

The second lap track was changed from indoor to outdoor. Before starting the engine, Chen put his index finger on Feng Qingyu's lips.

"Shh - don't make too much noise and disturb other residents, or you'll get complained about the next day."

In that case, why choose the outdoor space? Feng Qingyu immediately protested and strongly demanded to return to the room.

What if the residents next door suddenly feel like hanging or collecting clothes at night, and go to the balcony and turn around, they will see everything.

It's clear at a glance.

After all, she is the inspector of the Longmen Guard Bureau and the respected Sister Qinglong in the eyes of the young and dangerous guys. Doesn't Sister Qinglong have any dignity?

"Mr. Chen...it's cold outside, let's go back. I'm not wearing much, what if I catch a cold?"

Chen reached out and patted the place where Feng Qingyu sat on the chair.

"You're not wearing anything at all, Sister Qinglong. Don't you love seeking excitement? If you want excitement, then go all the way. As long as you don't make too much noise, I promise that no one will notice."

After adjusting the seat, the second lap of riding began. While riding, you can also enjoy the night view of Longmen, which is a sure win.

This time Chen had some bad intentions and drove the car very slowly on purpose, really slowly, as if he was tickling her, and the force was not enough.

Although I could hit the spot every time, I never used enough strength.

After a while, Feng Qingyu became a little annoyed.