Xiao Mo walked up with a grin and gently nudged Wu Miaoyin's shoulder.
"Tch, if you want to agree, then go ahead and agree," Wu Miaoyin said irritably.
"Hehe, if that person were pursuing me, I would definitely have said yes, but unfortunately, they don't even like me," Xiao Mo said, shaking her head.
"Miaoyin, get in the car, I'll take you home. This is my new Porsche sports car, you're the first beautiful lady to get in my car."
The man inside the car called out with a slight smile.
The girls around her became even more envious, looking at Wu Miaoyin with jealous eyes, noticing that her face looked rather unpleasant.
"No need, Fei Mingcheng, you can go."
A hint of disgust flashed in Wu Miaoyin's beautiful eyes, and she directly refused.
Wow!
The girls around were immediately surprised. They didn't expect this woman to refuse the owner of the car. If it were them, they would have wanted to climb in.
“This… Miaoyin, look, it’s so late at night and you’re going home alone. What if you encounter danger on the way? Let me take you. And Xiao Mo, you can come up too.”
Fei Mingcheng smiled faintly and continued speaking, though a hint of anger welled up inside him.
"No need, someone has already delivered it." Wu Miaoyin felt even more disgusted as she listened to his voice continue to come.
"Huh? How is that possible? I called... uh, who was it?"
Fei Mingcheng almost let slip that he had investigated her, so he quickly changed his words.
Wu Miaoyin glanced around with her beautiful eyes, and when her gaze landed on Yang Feng, a smile appeared on her lips. She walked towards Yang Feng with her red pointed high heels, and naturally took his arm.
"That's him."
Yang Feng's lips twitched. Was he being used as a shield? This kind of scene only seemed to happen in movies. He never expected to experience it in real life.
Feeling the two soft, large breasts on his arm, Yang Feng felt a surge of heat rising within him. He thought to himself, "Sister Wu is really well-endowed; these must be at least a D cup!"
"What?!" Fei Mingcheng and the people around him exclaimed in surprise in unison.
There was only a shared bike next to Yang Feng. Did she prefer to ride a bicycle rather than a luxury car?
This must be fake.
It used to be said that people would rather cry in a luxury car than laugh on a bicycle.
At this moment, Fei Mingcheng, sitting in the car, had an extremely gloomy face. With his family's prosperity, he had captivated countless female students, models, and beauties, until he saw such a stunning woman while drinking coffee here a few days ago, and only then did he want to possess her.
However, he was defeated by the young man in front of him.
One is a yellow bike, and the other is a Porsche sports car.
"Let's go, Xiao Fengfeng, I'll sit in front of you," Wu Miaoyin said with a light laugh.
Hearing that sweet voice, Yang Feng instantly got goosebumps. Was this Sister Wu? Had he left in the wrong way?
"What's wrong?" Wu Miaoyin chuckled when she saw Yang Feng's dazed expression. She ran her fingertip across Yang Feng's chest and whispered in his ear, "Help your sister out."
"Oh, okay." Yang Feng quickly regained his composure, got into the shared bike, made way for Wu Miaoyin to sit in front, and leisurely drove away under everyone's watchful eyes.
The shadows of the two people and their bicycles appeared long and melancholy under the streetlights.
As Yang Feng felt the voluptuous and slender beauty in his arms, his lower body became erect, and he tried his best to balance the bicycle.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 91 Killer Internet
"What's poking me? It hurts!"
Wu Miaoyin, her legs crossed over the bicycle handlebars, blushed slightly as she spoke, and said coquettishly:
"rogue!"
Yang Feng looked a little embarrassed, chuckled a few times, and said, "It's because Sister Wu is too tempting. How about you drive this little yellow car back? I can walk home in no time."
"That won't do. Just take me to the intersection ahead."
Wu Miaoyin's face flushed slightly as she said irritably.
"Okay." Yang Feng took a deep breath, pedaled his bicycle, and quickly came to the intersection ahead, where he slowly stopped.
After getting off her bicycle, Wu Miaoyin smiled at Yang Feng and said, "Thank you for today, Yang Feng. That rich kid has been harassing me these past few days, so I was thinking of asking you to be my shield. You won't object, will you?"
"A suggestion," Yang Feng said casually as he pedaled away from the spot.
"Hehe, so cute." Wu Miaoyin chuckled and murmured as she watched Yang Feng's departing figure grow smaller and smaller.
...
Not long after, Yang Feng drove his yellow bike into the ordinary residential area. The lights were dim and the surroundings were very quiet.
He put the bicycle aside, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if talking to himself:
"How long have you been following me? Aren't you coming out yet?"