"Lin Feng! You love to deliver these crappy takeaways. I'll be poor if I don't accompany you!" The security door of the rental house in the urban village hit the wall with a bang. Su Qing stepped on her newly bought AJ and carried her LV presbyopia bag, with disgust on her back. "Qingqing! Give me three more months! I will definitely collect enough gifts!" Lin Feng chased him out. He ran 38 orders today and had blisters on the soles of his feet, just to buy Su Qing the bag she had been talking about for half a month, but in exchange he said, "You will be a food deliveryman your whole life." "Fuck the bride price! Fuck the love!" Lin Feng carried half a bottle of beer and dazedly got on his electric car that rang everywhere except the bell. "I'm going to find her now! Ask her if her conscience was eaten by a dog!" Alcohol paralyzed the nerves, and the electric car sped like a snake on the road. Suddenly, a dazzling high-beam headlight came, accompanied by a sharp brake sound and a violent impact. Lin Feng felt like he was thrown out like a rag doll and hit the ground hard. At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, there was only one thought in his mind: "Fuck, this life is so fucked up!" ... "Your Majesty, please wake up~" A soft and sweet voice sounded in his ears, carrying a refreshing orchid fragrance. Lin Feng struggled to open his eyes and saw the carved gold-plated top of the bed. The scent of sandalwood and powder lingered at the tip of his nose. The brocade quilt covering him was as soft as a cloud, which was completely different from his hard little rental bed. He moved his fingers and touched a piece of smooth and warm skin.
