City: I'm Really Not Rich

"Fuck, the Aston Martin I just mentioned!"

Tang Xiaolong screamed and rushed over, like stroking his lover, stroking the scratches of the sports car with trembling hands.

Looking at the marks on the car body, his eyes almost burst out with anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the first time I ride a motorcycle, I don't know how to stop."

"I scratched your car, I'm really sorry, how much can I pay!"

Zhang Chen said apologetically.

It feels like the car is about to roll over every time I stop.

After trying several times, Zhang Chen gradually mastered the trick of parking, but he had already scratched Tang Xiaolong's car.

"Compensation? What compensation do you get for a shared motorcycle? You can't afford to sell your family's bankruptcy!"

Tang Xiaolong has been interested in this Aston Martin limited edition for a long time.

As soon as he got the goods, he couldn't wait to bring it up, and today is the first time he appeared.

As a result, I waited for three months, and in less than a day of driving, I spent so much money.

Needless to say, the maintenance cost of this car is quite a lot. The most fatal thing is that it cannot be repaired in China, and it has to be shipped abroad and returned to the original factory for repair.

This time and again, it will take another half a year.

By the time the car came back, it was no longer the latest model.

"No, a car, tell me, how much money I'll pay you, I won't default on it!"

Zhang Chen looked sincere.

If you spend someone else's car, you should lose money yourself.

"Mr. Zhang, did you fall? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yang Mi'er asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay, it's just his car..."

"His car occupied the bicycle lane and illegally parked. Of course, it is his full responsibility. He repairs the car himself, and we don't care!"

Yang Mi'er herself has a master's degree in law, and she recites many domestic laws by heart.

"Then... it's not good. From a moral point of view, I think I should compensate people a little bit!"

Zhang Chen doesn't know much about the legal provisions, but morally speaking, he is indeed at fault.

"Damn, why are you paying me morally?"

Tang Xiaolong laughed angrily.

Usually pedestrians run a red light and get hit by a car. Although the pedestrian is fully responsible, the driver should also pay a portion of the moral compensation.

This is the consideration given by the law to sympathy for the weak.

Now Zhang Chen said that he should compensate himself morally, doesn't that mean that he is weak?

Why do I drive an Aston Martin, ride a motorcycle with you, and what a sharing ratio, I'm actually a weak one?

"Okay, today I'm looking at baby Mi'er's face, I won't care about you about this matter! You don't have to pay!"

Tang Xiaolong knew that he was in a loss, and the money would definitely not come.

He simply pretended to be the uncle, trying to win a little favor in front of Yang Mi'er.

"Then... well, since you insist, so be it!"

Zhang Chen helped the motorcycle up.

Fortunately, the motorcycle is very strong, and nothing happened when it fell.

He smiled at Yang Mi'er and said, "Then... let's go! I haven't gotten my driver's license yet, so please sit here!"

"Okay! But...where do I sit?"

Yang Mi'er looked at it in embarrassment.

This motorcycle has only one seat, so it can seat two people?

"Come on, you sit in front of me, I see many people sitting like this!"

Zhang Chen moved his body back, leaving a block in front of him.

"OK then!"

Yang Mi'er nodded.

Although a little embarrassed, Tang Xiaolong was beside him.

In any case, this guy can't be given the slightest chance.

So she lowered her head and sat in front of Zhang Chen obediently.

Feeling Zhang Chen's strong chest behind him and surrounded by strong arms, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The seat of this motorcycle is large, although it is designed for a single occupant.

But two people can sit down, but they need to be close to each other.

Yang Mi'er has an explosive figure, and her waist-to-hip ratio is exceptionally amazing.

At such a close distance, any reaction is natural.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhang Chen pulled back 20 centimeters abruptly.

It's not so crowded.

"By the way, didn't you say that as long as I'm still single, you're going to drop me off work all the time?"

"Let me introduce you formally, this is my boyfriend, Zhang Chen!"

"My boyfriend will come to pick me up in the future, so I don't need to bother you!"

Yang Mi'er turned around and wrapped Zhang Chen's neck with her jade arms.

"What? Is this your boyfriend?"

Tang Xiaolong was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

This guy is so poor he can't even afford a car!

I don't even know my own Aston Martin, and I'm not ashamed to say that I want to lose money!

Such a person, apart from being a little more handsome than himself, what else can attract women?

You don't want to be a good-looking rich second-generation, but you go to ask for a poor boy who rides a motorcycle? !

"Baby Mi'er, I know you want to reject me, it's ok, but you don't have to drag someone from the road, just treat it as your boyfriend!"

"Don't be so cheap on yourself, okay? You are also the director of the major customer department of Huaqi Bank. Looking for such a boyfriend is too much of a downgrade!"

"Reduce your worth?"

Yang Mi'er snorted coldly.

She originally wanted to say that you, Tang Xiaolong, can't even compare to other people's toes, right?

However, considering that the customer's information cannot be disclosed casually, the latter half of the sentence was forcibly held back. *