Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I know.” Mo Yesi smiled with gentle eyes. “Aren’t cars just for people to drive? No matter how expensive it is, their functions are the same. Isn’t it very tiring if you drive a car and have to worry about all these?
“Then, it’ll be better not to buy one.”
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
He was so reasonable that she couldn’t refute it.
However, for a poor person like her, she still felt the heavy psychological burden of driving such an expensive car.
She really felt like Mo Yesi shouldn’t indulge in Qiao Chen and let him drive the car out.
The lights in front turned red.
Qiao Chen stopped the car and suddenly laughed out loud after a while.
“Chen Chen, what are you laughing at?” Qiao Mianmian curiously asked.
“Sister, look outside.” Qiao Chen turned and looked out of the car window. Tears were almost coming out from the laughing. “Those cars are too funny. Driving such a car, I won’t have to worry about a rear-end collision.”
Looking out curiously, Qiao Mianmian couldn’t help but giggle as well.
No wonder he was so amused.
It was indeed funny.
Mo Yesi’s Bugatti Veyron was at least six or seven meters away from the other cars. They all kept a distance so that no rear-end collision or scratches would occur. The safer it was, the better.
The other cars were all crowded together.
His car was the only one with plenty of space around.
No one dared to stop beside him.
Qiao Mianmian looked for a while, then slowly retracted her gaze and turned to the handsome man beside her. “As ordinary people without money, they sure do live very carefully. No matter where you stop, no car would dare to approach. Mo Yesi, as the owner of the car, do you have any thoughts about causing this phenomenon?
“Do you feel uneasy?”
The man turned and stared at her with his handsome, deeply-carved face. After a few seconds of silence, he replied, “No.”
There was no response.
“I feel great.”
There was no response.
“I don’t like congestion, so it’s rather good. It’s just what I want.”
There was no response.
What a terrifyingly rich person!
Dinner was a hot pot.
Both Qiao Mianmian and Qiao Chen had strong palates and usually liked eating hot pot skewers and spicy crayfish.
During Qiao Chen’s hospitalization, he ate very lightly, so he hadn’t eaten hot pot for a long time.
Qiao Mianmian also hadn’t eaten it for a long time. The two of them discussed it and found an old hot pot restaurant with very authentic taste.
In order to avoid Mo Yesi’s Bugatti Veyron parked outside from being accidentally scratched, they first found the underground parking lot of a nearby mall, parked it, and then walked from the mall to the hot pot restaurant.
Walking side by side, the three of them received countless looks of admiration along the way.
Both Mo Yesi and Qiao Chen were outstanding in appearance and were very eye-catching wherever they went.
Especially Mo Yesi, with his height of 1.88m that was comparable to a supermodel’s good figure. Wearing a shirt and a pair of trousers, he looked like a cold and tempting male God.
Qiao Chen was more like the most popular little puppy type that girls liked nowadays, and he was very popular with little girls.
Qiao Mianmian’s height of 1.68m, fair complexion, long legs, and delicate features made her appear exceptionally beautiful. At first glance, she looked to be on the fairy-level.
She looked relatively petite while walking with Qiao Chen and Mo Yesi.
But along the way, they looked even more eye-catching. Two big handsome guys with long legs, walking alongside a petite and beautiful girl. Their height differences were particularly cute.