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

Coincidentally, Shen Yanqing and Nan Ge's wedding was only two days away from the Chinese Valentine's Day.

At first, it sounded like good news, but after Mrs. Nan checked the weather forecast, she looked worried.

The region in the south was already rainy, let alone around the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Every year at this festival, without exception, there would definitely be heavy rain that would not stop for two to three days.

"Mom is fine. It's just rain, not hail."

On the sofa, Nan Zhe leaned against the side and played with his phone as he comforted her nonchalantly.

Mrs. Nan glanced at him sideways and said that he didn't know shit.

"If the rain gets heavier, do you know what will happen? We won't be drenched at the wedding, but when we go to pick up the bride, we have to get into the car from the courtyard. Moreover, it's inconvenient for so many people to move with umbrellas. It won't look good in the photos."

This Is a Simple Love Song