Looking at Pale Blue Screen appearing in front of him, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth rose slightly.
Since the last time I drove to the Western Mountains Blackwater River to dispose of the corpse in order to deal with funeral arrangements, I accidentally unlocked the "driving" skill.
After that, except for practicing twice with the classic car Ma Donghe, he never touched the steering wheel.
Now that I have my own car, the experience bar that has been stagnant for a long time can finally start rolling again.
Fang Cheng stretched out his finger, slid randomly on Central Touchscreen, and clicked on the music playlist.
A dynamic song flows from the Berlin Sound speaker.
Accompanied by the strong drum beat, the car windows quietly lowered.
The gentle evening breeze carried the unique hustle and bustle of the city in an instant, blowing away the Leather Aura of the new car's interior.
It was evening, the rush hour for get off work.
The setting sun dyed the horizon a gorgeous orange color.
The traffic moved slowly, like a long queue.
Fang Cheng placed his hands leisurely on the steering wheel, tapping his fingertips gently to the beat of the music.
This feeling of having Steel Beast in your hands is indeed very refreshing.
He couldn't help but think about it in his heart.
If Driving Skills is upgraded to Expert Level, what unexpected Enhancement Reward will there be?
This thought was like a spark from a spark plug, instantly igniting a trace of restlessness in his heart.
Fang Cheng unconsciously increased the force under his feet, V8 Engine roared low, and the power responded instantly.
The huge car body suddenly jumped forward, like a beast that had been charging for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, a slow car whizzed past.
The pleasure brought by the speed and speed made Fang Cheng unable to help but become more involved and speed up further.
"Ah!"
Zhou Xiumei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was startled by the sudden push on his back and let out a exclamation.
She subconsciously grabbed the armrest beside her, her face turned pale.
"Uh, sorry."
When Fang Cheng saw this, he immediately released the accelerator, letting the car slow down again, and looked at her apologetically.
Zhou Xiumei didn't reply, but gently let go of the armrest, his chest rising and falling slightly.
After a while, instead of blaming her, she couldn't help laughing and shook her head.
There was a bit of helplessness in his eyes, mixed with a hint of indulgence.
It's like going back to your childhood and watching a big boy who couldn't help but show off his favorite toy after getting it.
The wind kept pouring in from the window.
Lifting her Chang Fa hanging from her shoulders, she brushed it against the tip of her nose that was as sharp as a jade carving, half covering her eyes that were as clear as black gemstones.
Zhou Xiumei The curve of the corner of the mouth is like a crescent moon, pure and beautiful.
Fang Cheng's eyes were involuntarily attracted to this scene, and he lingered for a second longer.
Speaking of which, the woman next to me, who had been frail and sick since childhood, seemed to rarely have such an unguarded, heartfelt smile.
Perhaps Fang Cheng's gaze was too focused, Zhou Xiumei noticed it, turned his face, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.
She raised her hand and pushed the disobedient strand of hair behind her ear.
As he moved, a blush spread quickly from his fair neck to his cheeks, just like the sunset on the horizon.
Fang Cheng raised the car window in a timely manner to isolate the noise from the outside world.
The air inside the car seemed to freeze for a moment.
Only the dynamic music was left, as if the heartbeat was thumping, echoing in the carriage.
Fang Cheng grasped the steering wheel with both hands again and looked directly at the traffic ahead.
Zhou Xiumei lowered his head slightly, his fingertips wrapped around the edge of the seat belt, and the blush on his face refused to fade away.
Between the two of them, a silent understanding and vague affection were quietly growing.
In order to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Fang Cheng coughed dryly and took the initiative to find a topic:
"By the way, how are you studying at Music Training Class?"
Mentioning this, Zhou Xiumei's eyes lit up immediately, and his tone became much more relaxed:
"In last week's phased assessment, I got full marks for my Vocal Lessons and guitar lessons, and the teacher even praised my rapid progress."
"Of course, you are very Talent."
Fang Cheng smiled, his tone full of sincere encouragement:
"Be prepared well. I believe you. Audition will pass smoothly in early May. When the time comes, I will be the leader of your support group."
"Hmm."
Zhou Xiumei nodded vigorously, with a bright smile on his lips, "Brother Cheng, that's a deal."
The two of them talked and regained their composure.
The promise just now was like a piece of honey, slowly melting in Zhou Xiumei's heart.
She turned her head and looked out the window, watching the red sun slowly sinking between the buildings.
The golden light passes through the gaps in the high-rise buildings, and every Glass curtain wall reflects the afterglow of the setting sun.
The whole world seemed to be enveloped in a soft light.
Zhou Xiumei Imagine yourself standing on the stage.
And in the audience, there was his focused gaze.
That beautiful longing made her raise the corners of her mouth and hum softly along with the music in the car.
It was a melody without lyrics, and the tone was clean and ethereal.
Fang Cheng glanced at her and silently turned off the car audio.
Without external noise interference, Zhou Xiumei's singing is clearer.
Her voice is not as skillful and gorgeous as a professional singer, but it is as clear and pure as spring water, which seems to be able to cleanse people's hearts.
In this small carriage space, every note is particularly moving.
Fang Cheng drove the car quietly, feeling more peaceful and comfortable than ever before.
I seem to have seen that afternoon many years ago again, when there was a Little Girl lying alone on the window sill, facing the sunshine outside Sleeve Building, humming a tuneless song over and over again.
Just in this beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.
"Dingle bell--"
Suddenly, a cell phone rang suddenly.
The singing also stopped abruptly.
Fang Cheng held the steering wheel steady with his left hand, and took out his mobile phone from the satchel on the side with his right hand.
I took a look at the caller ID and saw that it was the number Xiaosa.
Seeing this name, Fang Cheng's mind moved slightly.
Previously, he asked Xiaosa to withdraw money from the activity funds and buy a new mobile phone as a communication tool.
According to the agreement between the two, if the situation is urgent, Xiaosa will directly recite his name silently in his heart.
Then get in touch with each other through Mental Link, communicate problems in a timely manner, and make countermeasures.
On the other hand, if it is a daily work report or the like, just use the phone.
This can prevent him from being stressed out by the warnings that often appear in his mind and unable to tell whether the situation is serious or not.
Since I'm calling now, it means things are still under control.
Fang Cheng glanced at Zhou Xiumei who was looking at him curiously.
After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.
"What's the matter?"
His voice returned to its usual calmness.
On the other end of the phone, the respectful voice of Xiaosa immediately came:
"President, Chen Chen invited me to visit Yuan Chen Group Building again today."
He spoke very quickly and took the initiative to report the situation:
"We chatted in the office for about half an hour, and Secretary Liu stayed with us the whole time."
"Chen Chen mainly complained to me, saying how difficult it is for the company to operate now and that it is difficult to raise the commission fees, but he repeatedly promised that he would be able to pay off the remaining balance before the deadline."
"By the way, he still didn't give up. He asked round and round about the situation of our organization, trying to trick me."
"President Don't worry, I'm very strict with my mouth, so I'll just hit him Tai Chi and let him guess on his own."
"These are normal. What's outrageous is that when they held a banquet for me at noon, Chen Chen suddenly sighed and said that he had worked hard for many years and didn't even have a caring person around him."
"Then he made a ridiculous request..."
Xiaosa Having said this, he seemed to feel that the following words were a bit outrageous, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"What request?"
Fang Cheng asked calmly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then Xiaosa's voice rang again, with a very strange tone:
"He... wants to recognize me as his godson."
As soon as these words came out, the air in the car seemed to be quiet for two seconds.
Fang Cheng's mouth twitched and he asked lightly:
"He doesn't seem to be much older than you, right?"
"I also feel like he is taking advantage of me."
Xiaosa's voice revealed a hint of embarrassment:
"That guy is only seven or eight years older than me. I can't believe that this time, he actually wants to be my father..."
"He also vowed that as long as I agreed, he would train me with all his strength and make me Red Tiger Gang's "Crown Prince" and become the next gang leader."
"President, I always feel that what he says is very mysterious, like he is trying to draw a pie. There may be some conspiracy..."
Fang Cheng Think about it for a moment.
Xiaosa itself has no use value, so it is worth the expense of Chen Chen.
The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to win over Xiaosa to get closer to the mysterious Assassin and the so-called "organization" behind it.
However, the price tag is indeed a bit high.
"Crown Prince" of Red Tiger Gang?
Fang Cheng was quite speechless. After pondering for a moment, he ordered:
"You make your own decisions about this kind of thing. As long as it is ultimately in the interests of the organization, you can be more flexible in your usual actions."
Xiaosa heard this and expressed his thoughts carefully:
"President, I think so too. Regardless of his sincerity, since this old boy took the initiative to hand over the ladder, I might as well climb up and have a look."
"If I can get into their inner circle, I might be able to dig out some cool information about that Noah Organization."
"Even if he wants to play tricks, it's better for me to be by his side than to guess outside. I can always take precautions in advance."
"Okay, you figure it out."
Fang Cheng praised his idea and reminded:
"The key is to stay awake and not be fooled by the sugar-coated bullets of Chen Chen and Old Fox."
"President, just be at ease!"
Xiaosa's tone suddenly became extremely firm:
"Whose person am I Xiaosa? I know clearly in my heart that my Loyalty will always belong to you President only!"
After seizing the opportunity again and expressing his loyalty, Xiaosa continued:
"Also, Chen Chen said that the final payment can be raised on April 1st. How can I hand over the money to you by then?"
"I'll go find you in a few days and we'll talk about it then."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Hearing that he could meet President in person, Xiaosa's reply voice couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement.
The phone hangs up.
Zhou Xiumei blinked his big clear eyes and asked curiously:
"Brother Cheng, are you really doing big business now?"
Fang Cheng smiled and explained casually:
"Didn't I say that I invested in a Cleaning Company company? The person who made the call just now was my spy in the management. If there is any trouble there, he will inform me as soon as possible."
Zhou Xiumei suddenly realized it and then pursed his lips and smiled:
"No wonder, the tone of your words just now was as mysterious as the secret agents shown on TV."
Seeing her making a rare joke, Fang Cheng also laughed in cooperation:
"Who says otherwise? Shopping malls are like battlefields."
He didn't deliberately hide it.
There are some things that people around you need to know a little bit about in advance.
In the future, you will not have excessive doubts and worries because you have changed too much.
What's more, Zhou Xiumei actually knows in his heart that he Physical Quality is far beyond the scope of ordinary people and hides many ulterior secrets.
The car went all the way north, back to the familiar JB Zone, and finally drove into Old Factory Street.
Street is narrow, Fang Cheng park the car firmly on the side of Flower Bed below Sleeve Building.
Try to stay as close as possible to avoid obstructing the narrow road and affecting the travel of neighbors.
This brand-new and stylish large black SUV creates a distinct visual impact with the slightly shabby surrounding environment.
The string of letters on the front of the car shone with an eye-catching luster in the setting sun.
It was time to get off work at this time, and several neighbor aunts were chatting together on the street, as well as office workers who had just returned from riding electric scooters.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to this car like a magnet.
When they saw Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei walking out of the car, a burst of gasps broke out from the crowd, and then the crowd exploded.
"Holy crap, A Cheng is driving the latest model Land Rover Range Rover? Am I right?"
A young guy who knew something about cars shouted.
"A Cheng, are you... did you win the lottery or rob a bank?"
An aunt covered her mouth in an exaggerated manner and her eyes were as wide as bells.
"Doesn't this car cost a million? Darling, if this car's butt is scratched, my electric car will have to pay for it!"
There was also an uncle driving a battery car, who was carefully squeezing into the corridor.
Fang Cheng smiled and said hello to the stunned neighbors.
After a few casual words, he pressed the key and locked the car.
After the crisp sound of locking the car, the rearview mirror folded automatically, once again attracting a crowd of astonished exclamations.
He and Zhou Xiumei walked into the corridor together, blocking out the envy and comments behind them.
Arriving at Ninth Floor, in front of the door of his house, Zhou Xiumei stopped and turned around.
She blushed slightly, looked at Fang Cheng with bright eyes, and said softly:
"Brother Cheng, I'm very happy today, thank you..."
After saying that, without waiting for Fang Cheng to respond, she quickly turned around, opened the door, and stepped in like a frightened deer.
With a soft "bang" sound, all that shyness was shut behind the door.
Fang Cheng stood there, looking at the closed door, laughing dumbly, and slowly shook his head.
After a moment, he turned around, took out his key, and opened his door.
The room was quiet, no one was there.
Mom should have gone to the market to buy vegetables.
When she went out this morning, Fang Cheng planned to take her to 4S Store to look at the car.
When Mom saw Zhou Xiumei accompanying him, he laughed and said he didn't know how to drive and would not go.
He also said that he was going to cook a big meal in the evening.
Not only to celebrate the family's purchase of a new car, but also to prepare for the upcoming important exam, I wanted to give my precious son a good health.
Fang Cheng changed into slippers, walked into Living Room, and looked at the calendar on the wall.
March 29th.
Tomorrow is the day of Graduate School Re-examination.