The Little Farmer's Wife in the 90s

Chapter 104 Chapter 104
Zhou Suoran stared at Lin Song's expressionless expression.

"You want to use my car to pull goods?"

Take a look at the big and small bags that are piled up on the ground, even though you don't know what's inside?But Lin Song's dog-legged enthusiasm showed that his purpose was clearly written on his face.

This kid wants to show his courtesy to Lin Xiaoxiao, and he uses his car.

A certain man cursed inwardly.

"It's a fucking dog!"

He just wanted to prevent Lin Xiaoxiao from using the motorcycle to pull so many goods, fearing that it would be unsafe. If something happened to him, he was not joking, and he would not be able to explain to the old man.

If others don't know, how can he not know?Lin Xiaoxiao hurried over to Fengcheng, and the old man agreed in private.

The risk factor of this motorcycle is very high. Once there is a car accident, it is a trivial matter to lose an arm or a leg. If life is in danger, the old man may suspect that he murdered himself...

At that time, he will have to make a layer of skin out of him.

But before this goal was achieved, the painting style suddenly changed.

Lin Song's dog-leggedness is outrageous, but also his enthusiasm is outrageous, as if Lin Xiaoxiao was his ancestor.

How come it involves using your own car to pull goods for others?

Lin Xiaoxiao was also depressed.

This Lin Song seemed to be a little too enthusiastic and courteous the first time he saw her, and even borrowed Zhou Suoran's car to fetch goods for her when his own car was not there.

It doesn't matter that Zhou Suoran's face is as smelly as salted fish in summer.

Lin Song was not annoyed when Zhou Suran directly exposed his purpose, rubbed his hands together, and spoke without blushing.

"Oh, all of a sudden, you also saw that it's not easy for Miss Xiaolin to pull so much goods, right? We have to have the spirit of helping others."

Lin Song himself felt that his image suddenly became a bit taller when he said a good image of righteousness, kindness and beauty.

Lin Xiaoxiao: "..."

He said that he was like a person in a poor household, waiting for help.

This girl has a car, even though it is a motorcycle, it can be taken away.

If it weren't for a few of you who stood up to make trouble, my mother would have gone to the city long ago.

Zhou Suoran: "..."

He said that he was very immoral. The problem was that Lin Xiaoxiao was surrounded by burdens all over the floor. Wouldn't it be enough to find a rickshaw?
Why do you have to use his car to pull goods for people?

On the other hand, Zhang Zihao felt that what Lin Song said seemed to make sense, and he didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he suddenly took a step forward, carrying the biggest burden on the ground.

"Yes, Sister Lin has quite a lot of baggage, so let's help and lift them to the car!"

It seems that Lin Xiaoxiao will have to rely on Lin Xiaoxiao for a long period of time in the future. If he doesn't send charcoal in the snow at this time, should he wait for the icing on the cake in the future?

Zhang Zihao's heart is like a bright mirror. The young master must listen to what he says, but that is when the young master is giving orders. Now, if the young master doesn't say anything about him, he will take it as his acquiescence.

Zhou Suoran: "..."

Feeling that they have been completely ignored, both Lin Song and Zhang Zihao's heads are a little abnormal.

But seeing Lin Song and Zhang Zihao happily carrying a few big bags each, and walking towards the garage swiftly, they didn't say anything to stop them?
That's all, let's just drop in and do something good!

So a certain man with a gloomy face strode over with his slender legs.

When passing by Lin Xiaoxiao's side, he glanced at the baggage on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and sighed faintly from the bottom of his heart.

One bent down, picked up the two heaviest bags on the left and right with one hand, and walked towards his car.

Lin Xiaoxiao watched Zhou Suoran striding away holding the brown sugar with one hand and the red beans with the other.

Suddenly there was a feeling of chaos in the wind.

"Didn't you come to scare her? Didn't you want her to go to the traffic police for a while? Why did you take her things away instead? I'm going to send her away. This style of painting is wrong."

Lin Xiaoxiao cursed from the bottom of her heart, and hurriedly got out of the car, parked her motorcycle, pulled out the key, picked up the few remaining bags on the ground, and hurriedly sent them to the car.

Anyway, one bag is also brought, and several bags are also brought, so I simply put all the bags on Zhou Suoran's car.

Riding a motorcycle by myself is fun and easy.

Zhou Suran came to the side of the car and found that the trunk had been opened by Zhang Zihao, and it was full of big and small bags. He was carrying two bags of things in his hand, but he couldn't put them down.

Zhang Zihao looked at the baggage in Zhou Suoran's hands, and with an idea, he quickly opened the rear door.

"Master, put the burden you're carrying in the back row!"

Lin Song also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the rear of your car is spacious, and it's okay to put a few more bags."

Zhou Suoran: "..."

These guys, the back row is his exclusive seat, it must be spacious, and now a few big bags are sent in, what's the matter with being crowded?

But Lin Song didn't care about this, he reached out to take the big bag from Zhou Suoran's hand, and stuffed it into the back row in two or three strokes.

After stuffing it in, looking at the empty space, he said something to himself.

"Look, your car is spacious, and you can have a few more big bags."

As a result, when she finished speaking, she turned her head and saw Lin Xiaoxiao coming back carrying a few big bags, humming.

"Hey, Miss Xiaolin, how can this bag be heavy? You brought it yourself? Give it to me, give it to me!"

After speaking, he stepped forward neatly, took the big bags in Lin Xiaoxiao's hands like a dog, and under Zhou Suran's gloomy gaze, he stuffed the big bags into the back seat of the car again.

After stuffing the baggage, he deliberately ignored Zhou Suoran's gloomy eyes that were about to drip water, and met Lin Xiaoxiao with calm eyes, his mouth was almost grinning like a flower.

"Miss Xiaolin, you will lead the way later, our car will follow you, and we will definitely deliver the goods to you safely."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the luxury car stuffed with all kinds of big baggage, and immediately felt like she was tarnishing the luxury car.

But there is no way, the bundles are all stuffed in, one bundle is stuffed, and N bundles are stuffed.

Turn a luxury car into a truck, let's just turn a blind eye to this matter, right?

Of course, if you are polite, you have to say it.

"Then there are some troublesome ones. I will ride a motorcycle and walk on the road ahead. You just follow me."

Lin Song laughed so hard that his back molars came out, and he quickly waved his hands happily.

"Okay, okay, let's do it."

"Then I'll go ride the bike first!"

Lin shyly waved his hands and walked towards his motorcycle.

He couldn't stay any longer, if he continued to talk to Lin Song, the anger on Zhou Suran's face would probably burn them both to ashes.

After Lin Xiaoxiao left, Lin Song seemed to have suddenly suffered from 2000-degree myopia, and couldn't see Zhou Suran who was next to him. He jumped into the passenger seat and greeted Zhang Zihao who was next to the car.

"Zihao, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)