Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Just after finishing his meal, Song Xun heard the stall owner say, "How about this, you help me set up the stall, and I'll pay for your two meals today."

"My wife left for something, and the cold vegetable stand next door is also mine, and I can't handle it alone."

"Ah?" Song Xun was dumbfounded.

"These are all easy-to-use jobs. You can do it."

Song Xun didn't like dealing with people, nor was he good at rejecting others. What's more, he had just eaten a free sausage from someone else. Although he was unwilling, he couldn't say a word of refusal.

Opposite the square is a shopping mall, which is crowded with people because it is the weekend.

Song Xun's appearance cannot be said to be outstanding, but his facial features give people a comfortable and clean feeling. With his eyelashes drooping low, he looks shy and pretty. Many young girls stop when passing by, which also brings more business to the stall owner.

Song Xun just kept his head down and worked. The tension he felt surrounded by the crowd increased, and he was completely supported by the stall owner's promise of free meals.

At twelve o'clock, the people on the street began to go to the shopping mall opposite to have lunch, and the busyness came to an end.

The eldest brother took out a bag of steamed buns from the tricycle and put them on the oven to heat them up. Song Xun stared at the plump white buns, with a hint of disappointment in his tone: "Are we having steamed buns for lunch?"

I feel cheated.

The eldest brother used the same method to flip and toast the steamed buns: "Don't underestimate steamed buns. They are not only filling but also good for the stomach. How good."

"Okay." Song Xun accepted his statement. He was rarely picky about food. Of course it would be good to have delicious food, but if not, as long as he could fill his stomach it would be fine.

The two sat on the seats of the tricycle and ate steamed buns with cold dishes.

The baked steamed buns were crispy and the cold dishes were tasty. Song Xun was very satisfied with the meal.

"Fool."

He stopped chewing and said, "996, are you scolding me?"

"No."

"But I heard it."

"You heard wrong."

"Oh." Song Xun took another steamed bun and continued eating. He guessed that his dinner would still be steamed buns because he saw the other half bag of steamed buns left in his eldest brother's tricycle.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. The elder brother beside Song Xun suddenly looked flustered. He hurriedly pushed the oven onto the tricycle and urged him, "Get down, get down. The urban management is coming."

As soon as Song Xun jumped off the car, his elder brother rode on his tricycle and disappeared from their sight like a speeding car.

It was very sudden.

Song Xun glanced at the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, then squatted under the shade of a tree to eat.

"Your family is bankrupt?"

Another shadow suddenly fell over my head, and a familiar voice was filled with sarcasm.

Song Xun looked up and saw that it was indeed Zheng Lanxing.

No, can this be encountered?

However, Song Xun soon realized his mistake. This idea was too negative and was not conducive to the progress of the mission.

"What a coincidence." He waved stupidly and stood up from the ground.

After working for a long time, he sweated a lot. The hair on his forehead was wet and stuck to his forehead, making him look a little silly.

Zheng Lanxing witnessed the whole process in the coffee shop on the second floor and saw him getting confused because of a sausage.

If there is a stupidity competition in the world, Chen Jinyan will definitely have a place.

Zheng Lanxing's car was parked opposite the square. When he passed by, he saw him still chewing on half a steamed bun. He couldn't help but come over and make a sarcastic remark.

Song Xun was not angry at his words. As if he was born without temper, he greeted him. In an instant, Zheng Lanxing felt that he was also quite boring, so he turned around and left.

Another pair of footsteps sounded at the same time. Zheng Lanxing frowned and turned to look at Song Xun behind him: "Why are you following me?"

Of course, it was to complete the mission. Song Xun stopped and said, "I don't have any money. Can I take your car back?"

Zheng Lanxing ignored him and quickened his pace: "No."

Zheng Lanxing had long legs and took big steps, so Song Xun had to jog to keep up with him: "Where are you going? If it's not on your way, I can wait for you in the car."

The two families live not far from each other, and it takes less than ten minutes to drive there.

Zheng Lanxing had already begun to regret coming here extra. He hated Chen Jinyan's endless pestering. He had even taken the initiative to run over to provoke him just now. He must be sick.

Song Xun followed Zheng Lanxing like a little tail all the way and arrived at the underground parking lot.

He was thinking about how to judge whether the mission was completed and how to pursue Zheng Lanxing? Showing courtesy and giving gifts were probably all included. Last time, he showed that the mission was completed when he gave the lunch box. Of course, these were all imaginary. The most important thing was to take the initiative.

The moment Zheng Lanxing opened the car door, Song Xun slid into the passenger seat.

The month was already halfway through, and for the sake of the mission he could be temporarily shameless.

Zheng Lanxing glanced at Song Xun, who was almost welding himself into the seat, and said coldly: "Get off."

His tone was still calm for the time being, which emboldened Song Xun. He grabbed the safety belt with both hands and said, "I'm not going down."

Zheng Lanxing's face turned gloomy in an instant, weirder than the weather in June, changing in an instant.

"Go down!"

Song Xun became obedient instantly, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and got out in one go.

If it was a second later, he was afraid that Zheng Lanxing would assassinate him in the car.

Zheng Lanxing glanced at him through the car window and started the car.

996 sent a sarcastic message on time: "Haha."

It was so uncomfortable that Song Xun squatted down and complained: "The task is so difficult." Zheng Lanxing was so fierce.

996 said with disdain: "Your world is already the easiest F level. How about I transfer you to the strategy group and try? You will be the first one to be eliminated."

It seemed so. Song Xun suddenly felt relieved and took out his cell phone to find the contact information of his family’s driver.

Chen Jinyan doesn't like to talk to people at home and is not very familiar with the nanny and driver at home.

When he came in the morning, the driver brought him here, but he couldn't find the contact person after looking around.

I turned on the navigation, fifteen kilometers, not good enough.

Song Xun began to feel depressed, and when he was unlucky, even drinking water would get stuck in his teeth.

Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, the sound of a car came. The off-road vehicle that had left not long ago came back and stopped steadily beside Song Xun.

Zheng Lanxing looked impatient: "Get in the car."

Song Xun opened his mouth in surprise. Zheng Lanxing put his bony hands on the steering wheel and urged him, "Hurry up."

Song Xun quickly got in the car, fastened his seat belt again, and smiled flatteringly: "Thank you."

He looked lovable when he smiled, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in the sun, without a trace of gloom.

Zheng Lanxing withdrew his gaze calmly and stepped on the accelerator.

The car drove out of the underground parking lot and joined the long convoy of cars on the weekend.

Song Xun discovered something embarrassing: there was a smell on his body that could not be ignored.

After being around the oven for a long time, it was inevitable that some smell would get on my clothes. It wasn't obvious when I was outside, but once I was in a closed space, the smell became more prominent, and it was out of place in the car that was filled with the scent of cold perfume.

Song Xun secretly lowered his head and smelled his clothes, which smelled of grilled sausages.

997 took a deep breath and said, "Is this the point now?"

Song Xun looked up and thought, yes, the focus now is the mission, and this opportunity to spend time together was something they had fought for with great difficulty.