After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 130 Doesn't Look Like Acting
"Sister Ran...I can't do it..."

As soon as the car stopped near Feng's villa, Xiaorou stretched out her hand and got out of the car like a gust of wind, even though she was already trying to restrain herself.

But she still vomited violently, and her whole stomach felt as if it was overwhelmed. If this is the feeling of racing, then she really will never experience it again.

"Young general, please take care of Xiaorou. I have to go back first."

Glancing at Xiaorou who was crouching in the corner and vomiting constantly, Shi Moran's eyes showed a bit of guilt, but because of time, she had to leave first.

"Sister Ran, don't worry, I will take good care of Miss Xiaorou."

The young general agreed.

The excitement didn't end with the vehicle stopping.

Just now, he already thought in his heart that if sister Ran participated in this year's racing competition, she would definitely win the championship. He himself is a fan of the racing industry.

Without saying anything else, when he opened the car door, Shi Moran ran directly to the outside of the fence of Feng's villa.

After taking a few steps back, he rushed forward again, and with a single bounce, he was pulled to the wall more than 2 meters high.

Holding the edge tightly with her hands, she climbed up the wall with little effort.

Seeing that there was no one in the backyard, she jumped down lightly.

Not long after she jumped, the black Maybach drove slowly towards the villa.

"Master, isn't that the car just now?"

Looking at the extremely inconspicuous black business car parked on the side of the road, but it appeared here very abruptly, Jiang Shaomo looked at Feng Yichen reflected in the rearview mirror.

"Stop."

Feng Yichen said.

Too many coincidences are not coincidences.

Following Feng Yichen's order, Jiang Shaomo parked the car next to the commercial vehicle. You must know that Beiyuan is a rich area.

The cars that can appear here are at least worth millions. How can such a van with tens of thousands of yuan be parked here without being abrupt.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Shaomo looked at the car in front of him, reached out to touch it, and observed it carefully.

Because he couldn't see the inside, he couldn't be sure if the car had been modified.

In fact, it is not so much a commercial vehicle as it is a black van...
But logically speaking, how could a van worth tens of thousands of dollars run faster than their Maybach.

However, as it turns out, it did.

Therefore, this car should only be the exterior of a van, and the interior should have been refitted at a considerable cost.

"Ugh~."

Just when Jiang Shaomo was wondering why there was no one in the car, he suddenly heard waves of vomiting.

Looking for the sound, he went around the car and saw a man crouching in the corner, standing next to the vomiting woman, patting her back without hesitation.

"Excuse me, is this car yours?"

Jiang Shaomo asked.

Hearing the voice behind him, the young general and Xiaorou paused, and the young general turned his head to look at Jiang Shaomo. The moment he saw Jiang Shaomo's appearance, he was slightly taken aback with an unnatural expression.

Isn't this man the man in the photo that Sister Ran sent him!
"This, this car is ours, what's the matter?"

Turning around, he pretended to be puzzled and scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Jiang Shaomo didn't answer, but looked up and down the young general in front of him. The young man in front of him seemed a little shocked the moment he saw him?
Him, know him?
From his reaction when he saw him just now, it seems that he should know him?
"Sorry, we didn't mean it, I got motion sick just now, that's why..."

Xiaorou slowly propped up her weak body, turned around and looked at Jiang Shaomo, but in the middle of speaking, she didn't even see the person clearly, she turned around and vomited again.

"fine."

Hearing the sound of vomiting one after another, Jiang Shaomo frowned. They didn't look like they were acting.

The woman's pale face can't be faked no matter how much she pretends.

Without saying anything else, he turned around and went back to the Maybach's car, and knocked on the car door respectfully.

After waiting for the window to come down, he said, "Master, it's probably a coincidence, and there's nothing unusual about it."

"Well, go home."

Feng Yichen's thin lips parted slightly.

As soon as his words fell, the car window was gradually raised until it was closed.

Glancing at the van on the side, Jiang Shaomo didn't stop too much and returned to the car.

When Shi Moran returned to the villa, she took clean clothes and went to the bathroom.

She would never let Feng Yichen notice anything strange!

When she came out of the shower, the bedroom was still empty.

Strange.

While rubbing her wet hair with a towel, she walked towards the balcony.

Logically speaking, Feng Yichen had already appeared in the bedroom at this time, so how could he not be there.

As soon as she got to the balcony, she saw the familiar vehicle stop, and after a while Jiang Shaomo got off the driving seat and headed straight for the back row.

Reach out and open the rear door.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of long legs stretched out from the car with extremely straight black trousers, and the black leather shoes on the feet shone brightly under the light.

Between the trousers and leather shoes, black socks wrap around the slender and shapely ankles.

Before Shi Moran could take a good look at it, Feng Yichen got out of the car, and the beauty of the flourishing age that came to him was a bit chilly and majestic.

When people look at it, the deer is jumping wildly.

Feeling the gaze from above, Feng Yichen raised his head slightly, and saw Shi Moran wearing a very childish pink pajamas with a big strawberry cartoon pattern printed on it, and a pink towel covering his head.

It's just that the hair hanging on her shoulders kept dripping from the tips of her hair, soaking the surrounding fabrics.

Perhaps it was because she had just taken a shower, her face was peachy pink, like a ripe peach, making people want to kiss Fangze.

Looking down, she landed on Shi Moran's hand wearing the watch.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Seeing that Feng Yichen's gaze had been on her, Shi Moran hurriedly took a step forward, leaning against the fence, waving his hands, with a silly smile on his face, "Honey, you're back."

"Ah."

Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Yichen walked towards the villa.

That woman is so shrewd and good at calculating, she is completely different from Shi Moran.

Presumably, that watch was just a coincidence.

It wasn't until the figures of Feng Yichen and Jiang Shaomo disappeared from sight that Shi Moran turned around quietly, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice that she didn't stop too much every time she finished the task.

Otherwise, Feng Yichen would have arrived home first.

Just as she walked into the house, Feng Yichen's figure appeared at the door.

Seeing her standing at the entrance of the balcony with her wet hair on her head, her wide pajamas still blown up by the wind, he frowned, and commanded in a voice, "Come here!"

(End of this chapter)