A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

Su Xiaoxiao's tone was unusually angry.

Why didn't you deliver it?

Gu Yu sat in front of the electric fan: "Because I don't like it."

Su Xiaoxiao's voice was a little louder than before: "The money I earned is mine alone."

Gu Yu suddenly turned his head: "Why? We're a team."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him, feeling that every word she spoke to him had exhausted her patience and strength.

"You know we're a team? Then why are you making me shoulder all the burdens?"

Gu Yu spoke confidently and casually, as if stating something perfectly natural: "Because you're strong."

[This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! What terrible luck Su Xiaoxiao had to team up with someone like this!]

I think Su Xiaoxiao should go solo! Otherwise, having to share half of her earnings with Gu Yu would be too unfair!

How can you say that with such self-righteousness? Where's your strength? Did a dog eat it?

Su Xiaoxiao really wanted to argue.

But the words stuck in his throat.

What's the point of arguing with someone like that, even if you win? He'll still sit in front of the fan, and she'll still have to do chores for him.

At the intersection of Yizhan Road, a new energy vehicle slowly came to a stop.

The car window was rolled down halfway, revealing Chen Feng's profile, with Jiang Jingyan sitting next to him.

Chen Feng saw Su Xiaoxiao and Gu Yu.

Su Xiaoxiao stood at the door, looking very tired.

Gu Yu sat inside, with the electric fan blowing on him, looking as relaxed as if he were on vacation.

He checked the time.

"The passengers haven't arrived yet, I'll go down and check."

Jiang Jingyan also saw Su Xiaoxiao's tense back and nodded.

"I'll go with you."

Jiang Jingyan unbuckled his seatbelt.

Chen Feng walked over and glanced between Gu Yu and Su Xiaoxiao.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yu spoke first.

"She didn't want to deliver packages and insisted I do it. How can I, with a bad back, do heavy work?"

His tone was so aggrieved, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Chen Feng ignored him and turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Gu Yu is not strong enough to deliver packages."

Jiang Jingyan walked over and glanced at Gu Yu, who felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze.

Jiang Jingyan stood next to Su Xiaoxiao: "Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at her, not quite understanding.

Jiang Jingyan didn't explain further, but turned around and slapped Gu Yu hard across the face.

The movements were clean and swift, with no hesitation in the wrist.

A red mark quickly appeared on Gu Yu's face, and he stood there stunned.

Wow! The young lady has lost her temper again! She really is the young lady!

[Wow! That's amazing! Gu Yu won't admit he's weak now, right?!]

A slap in the face is more effective than any argument.

Some people just won't listen to reason; you have to slap them to communicate.

Chen Feng stood to the side, looking at Gu Yu: "You're not very strong, are you? What are you planning to deliver then?"

"Large item or small item?"

[Hahahaha! Big slut and little slut! Am I the only one who understood?]

【Chen Feng, you know how to swear.】

[It doesn't use profanity, but every word is an insult.]

Gu Yu probably didn't recognize it.

Let him think it over slowly; if he figures it out, his face will hurt even more.

Gu Yu covered his face, still reeling from the slap.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Chen Feng had already turned and left.

Jiang Jingyan glanced at Su Xiaoxiao: "Got it?"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded.

Jiang Jingyan turned and got into the car.

Chen Feng sat back in the driver's seat and closed the car door.

The passengers arrived and boarded the vehicle.

Gu Yu stood inside the courier station, covering his face with the electric fan blowing on it, and he didn't dare to say another word.

The car drove away quickly.

Su Xiaoxiao stood at the entrance of the express delivery station, glanced at Gu Yu's covered face, and spoke calmly.

"Deliver the package."

Gu Yu didn't dare to say a word.

He silently stood up from his chair, walked to the pile of packages that hadn't been delivered yet, squatted down, and began to look through the tracking numbers.

The movements were more than a beat slower than before, but there was no more complaining or making excuses.

Su Xiaoxiao stood beside him, watching him load a package onto the delivery vehicle.

Su Xiaoxiao thought to herself: Sister Jiang is still more imposing; a slap is more effective than a hundred words.

crossroads.

red light.

Wu Yurong and Yang Fan rode an electric bike and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

Yang Fan sat on the back seat, while Wu Yurong held the handlebars in front, her feet on the ground, her helmet askew.

A white new energy vehicle slowly glided over from the adjacent lane and parked next to them.

The car window rolled down, revealing Chen Feng's profile, followed by Jiang Jingyan.

Chen Feng leaned over and, from less than a meter away, glanced at Wu Yurong and Yang Fan.

"Hey, delivering takeout?"

Wu Yurong and Yang Fan turned their heads at the same time.

Yang Fan's lips twitched, and Wu Yurong wanted to roll her eyes.

Both of them were furious.

They painstakingly climb stairs to deliver food, only to be complained about, scolded, and fined, losing money on one order and not even delivering the second one.

Where is Chen Feng?

Sitting in the new energy vehicle with the air conditioning on, Jiang Jingyan sat next to him, his clothes clean and tidy.

Yang Fan cursed inwardly: Wu Yurong's luck is absolutely terrible. Of all the things she could draw, she had to draw a food delivery guy. He's never been this tired in his life.

His gaze fell on Chen Feng's hand gripping the steering wheel, and he said sourly, "I wish I could be a driver."

Chen Feng chuckled: "What's wrong? Is delivering food tiring?"

Yang Fan sighed: "Try climbing to the seventh floor."

Chen Feng leaned back in his seat and shrugged.

"Is climbing seven floors tiring?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips: "Why don't you try it and see?"

Chen Feng smiled, a smile that was calm and serene.

"I broke records in swimming and diving; a mere seventh floor is nothing."

Yang Fan wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and then closed it again.

Because what Chen Feng said wasn't just bragging.

Yesterday, he held his breath underwater for so long, rescuing people and searching for a ring at a depth of seven meters, and finally swam back steadily. Being able to go that deep and hold his breath for so long, climbing seven floors is really nothing for him.

He managed to squeeze out just one word: "Damn."

[Hahaha! Yang Fan's use of the word "damn" encapsulates so many complex emotions: envy, jealousy, hatred, resignation, and a little bit of admiration.]

[Chen Feng can really climb up there! He's already that good at diving, let alone climbing buildings.]

This kind of showing off is the most convincing.

Chen Feng asked, "How many orders did you deliver?"

Wu Yurong, holding her breath, said, "One order."

"That's good, at least you made money."

Wu Yurong forced a smile.

"yes!"

Wu Yurong gripped the handlebars of the electric scooter; she didn't tell Chen Feng that the previous job had been a complete waste of time.

I was complained about, scolded, and had my phone hung up on. I climbed up and down seven floors, but didn't earn a single penny.

She didn't want to talk about any of this. Telling her would only make Chen Feng more smug.