Qiu Mai works as a night shift driver and is best at delivering difficult customers to their homes safely.
Until she received an order from the abstinent CEO Lu Wenzhou——
I asked him to buckle his seat belt, but his ears were red and he held his document bag to block his legs.
Qiu Mai carefully handed over the vomit bag: "Mr. Lu, are you motion sick?"
In order to find out why he only reacted to her, Lu Wenzhou signed a thirty-night corporate driving contract;
However, Qiu Mai included "no chatting, no eating, and no selling of off-duty time" into the terms.
So the man who was the best at arranging people started queuing up, sitting on plastic stools, carrying the Little Yellow Duck folding bicycle, and had to apply to sit in the passenger seat first.
Money can buy a thirty-night route, but it can't buy Qiu Mai's ten minutes after get off work.
That night when the contract reached zero, Lu Wenzhou stopped placing orders and only asked her:
"Master Qiao, can you let me chase you today?"
