Lufangzhi

# 1V1 # MUTUALAFFECTION # BIZARRE
Nan Ge had been thinking about trading her Lamborghini for another car, but she seemed unable to pool more than a few grand together. Nonetheless, as she cajoled and sweet-talked, her brother found her a great job that was brimming with a sense of responsibility: Galactic Guardians of the Stomach, otherwise known as food delivery service. But on the first day of the job, as she drove on with much grit and resolve against the snow, she arrived at the luxury district, making a delivery to Shen Yanqing. *** Shen Yanqing was a legendary magnate in Huai City, but he tended to keep a low profile. Partners often described him as a cool deity with a kind appearance — affable on the outside, but utterly ruthless in reality. Nonetheless, he met a girl he thought well of at their first meeting. He thought there was no chance for them to meet again, but one day, he opened his door to find her familiar figure standing outside. "Good evening, Mr. Shen! I am a delivery person from Irelyn's Diner. Have a pleasant meal!" Shen Yanqing presumed her to be a poor student working part-time to pay for her tuition fees, which was why he kept giving her business... Until one day, he needed to leave the house but his car broke down. After she found out that he had something important to do, she exclaimed, "I have a car!" Shen Yanqing was wondering how he was going to turn down a ride on her electric scooter, only to see her whip out her car keys and press a button. Nearby, the lights of a Lamborghini worth five hundred grand flashed. "Why are you spacing out? Get in!" "..." 

I Deliver Food in a Lamborghini

Nan Ge pushed two shopping carts and struggled to walk behind.

Meanwhile, Nan Zhe was like a boss. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was choosing products from the shelves. From time to time, he would take down a bag of snacks and casually throw them into the shopping cart behind him.

With a bang, the pitiful-looking girl behind him was hit.

Hearing that something was wrong, Nan Zhe turned around and asked with concern, "Did my crispy noodles break?"

"Oh." Nan Zhe turned around and continued walking.

His movements were casual and comparable to an old man who was out for a walk.

"Push one yourself!" Nan Ge was pushing a shopping cart in each hand, her arms aching.

Passersby could not help but take a few more glances at her.

Nan Zhe did not even blink. He said, "My hands hurt. I can't push one."

Colliding with Shen Yanqing