Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang suddenly got angry, frightening both Fiyametta and Barbara. Once Zhuo Yang got really angry, not to mention these two delicate little ladies, even those rough guys in Madibao wouldn't be upset. .

They have never seen Zhuo Yang get angry. In fact, no man has ever done this in front of them since they were sensible. Men are always very tolerant in the face of beautiful women. They will try every means to pretend that they are well-educated in front of beautiful women, and they will get angry and fall out. This is not what a gentleman would do.

Anger filled the car, Zhuo Yang twisted his head and stared fiercely at the two girls who were not worried at all. He could definitely do the unscrupulous thing of pushing women out of the car in the middle of the car.

"Zhuoyang...you scared me..." The two girls were trembling nervously.

"I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense in front of me again. You and I are not in that position. You are just talking about it, I don't like to hear it."

"Just sit in the car with me, go to the Poldi Pezzoli Museum first, and then eat pizza, and no one will fucking talk nonsense. If anyone talks nonsense again and annoys me, tell me right away. Get out!"

"Hear-no-no--!!" The car window rumbled and the sound lingered.

"I heard it..." The two girls were almost crying. In fear, their hands were tightly held together, like best friends watching a ghost movie together. In their beautiful and flower-filled lives, they had never seen such a masculine and rude straight man as Zhuo Yang.

The traffic jam behind was honking the horn loudly. Zhuo Yang still stuck his head out of the car window and shouted at the back: "Hurry up, hurry up!" Then he released the gear and continued to drive towards the car. He drove forward, his face still filled with evil spirits.

The Poldi Pezzoli Museum is not far from the Milan Conservatoire. The straight-line distance is only more than two kilometers, but it takes nearly four kilometers to drive along the street in an arc. The congestion during peak hours makes me feel annoyed. Zhuo Yang was even more agitated.

"Is the fucking Milan city government all pigs? Can't you see the traffic problem? Are the Italian governments all idiots who eat but don't work?" Even Barbara's father was scolded at this time. In fact, Taibai Road in front of his home in Xi'an is much more congested during peak hours than here, but he didn't drive at home, so he didn't feel it.

"Zhuoyang..., turn right from here and take the alley. There are very few cars there. Just go through it and you'll be there in a while." Fiyameta knew the route very well, and it was originally the place she proposed. Seeing that Zhuo Yang was getting more and more irritable, he quickly and carefully showed him the way.

Sure enough, after walking off the main road and turning onto the trail, there was almost no traffic. There are trees on both sides, much like the internal roads of the community. There are cars parked on both sides, leaving a narrow but smooth passage in the middle. Driving here, it feels like you have escaped the hustle and bustle of the city. The sun shines into the car through the gaps in the leaves, giving you a sense of leisure.

Zhuo Yang's anger also slowly dissipated in this comfort.

"Zhuoyang, no one has ever made me so angry..." Barbara looked aggrieved.

"Yes, yes, no one has ever yelled at me like that." Fiameta agreed.

"That's because you haven't met me before." Zhuo Yang curled his mouth and arrogantly.

“Are all you Chinese men so fierce?”

"Ferocious? What am I doing? If it were my buddies who just slapped me with big ear stickers, would you believe it?"

"Are you a buddy from Hanover?"

"Of course not, my Chinese buddy."

"...You Chinese women are so pitiful."

"Pity? In my hometown, there is a saying that 'the wife who knocks her down rubs her face.' If a woman disobeys, she will be beaten immediately. Without a beating, the situation will be ruined. Humph!"

"You...are all Chinese men so unreasonable?"

"Of course! Reasons are not for talking about. So, you two should behave better in front of me from now on. Just listen to what I say. Do you hear me?" To deal with these two women, you have to rely on intimidation.

"...Oh." The two unscrupulous female hooligans now became two quails.

Finally, he used his aura and intimidation to overwhelm the two inefficient lamps. Zhuo Yang was contentedly driving leisurely on the tree-lined path, but before he drove far, he was blocked again. A slow pedestrian happened to be walking on the narrow road. Walk in front of the car.

‘Beep——’ He pressed the horn subconsciously, and Zhuo Yang quickly stopped because it was a rickety old man.

The old man is very old, and his legs and feet are very weak. He walks tremblingly while holding an empty wheelchair. There are some vegetables, fruits and other things piled on the empty seat of the wheelchair. The road is very narrow, and the old man has moved forward close to the cars parked on the roadside, and there is no way to avoid it. But even so, it wasn't enough for Zhuo Yang's car to pass.

Zhuo Yang is a man who respects the elderly. Even if there is an emergency, he will not rush such an old man, let alone he is not in a hurry. Zhuo Yang calmed down and drove very slowly behind the old man. Barbara and Fiameta didn't know what was going on: "Why did you stop again?" But after taking a look, the two beauties didn't say anything and continued to scroll through their phones.

Everyone has two sides, and Barbara, a fierce and lustful girl, can still have good intentions and is kind in her heart.

The old man knew that there was a car behind him and he was blocking the road, so he couldn't help but feel a little panicked. When the wheelchair bumped slightly on the bumps on the road, the vegetables and melons on the seat rolled down from it, falling on the road and running in all directions. The old man became even more panicked and awkwardly bent down to pick up the cans of purple cabbage, pomelo, and macaroni. His legs and feet were weak, and the old man was almost lying on the ground.

Zhuoyang quickly parked the car, opened the car door and got out to help the old man pick up the items and re-stack them on his wheelchair one by one.

"Sir, I'm very sorry for wasting your time."

"Grandpa, don't say that. It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. Please slow down."

"Fia Meta." Zhuo Yang walked to his car and said to the inside: "The Valentino bag in the back, yes, that's the one. Take out the sweater inside and give me the bag."

Zhuo Yang took the bag and walked back to the old man, stuffing all his fruits and vegetables into the big paper bag so that they wouldn't be scattered all over the floor if there were any bumps.

"Sir, thank you very much."

"It's okay, grandpa. Where do you live? I'll take you there."

"No, no, I'm right in front, I won't bother you."

After walking a few steps, the old man pushed his wheelchair and turned into the small side road. "Thank you very much, kind sir." The old man expressed his gratitude to Zhuoyang again.

"You're welcome, grandpa, please slow down." Seeing the old man walking into the corridor, Zhuo Yang turned back and walked towards his car.

Barbara and Fia Meta sat in the car and watched Zhuoyang do all this without any surprise, because they would have done the same thing. In their opinion, what Zhuo Yang did was the most ordinary thing, and the world was like this.

Zhuo Yang had just opened the car door and was about to continue today's trip, when an accident suddenly occurred.

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