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Seeing Li Manjun picking up the things and about to return them, Zhao Yong was dumbfounded, "Li Manjun, what do you mean? Don't you like me?"

Li Manjun raised his head, and his black eyes looked straight over, full of helplessness, which made Zhao Yong's heart tighten. He could never figure out what she meant.

You could say she wasn't interested in him, but she always looked at him, smiled at him from time to time, and just pulled his arm.

Since it's interesting, why return the thing?

Li Manjun stuffed the things into his hands, picked up his schoolbag, opened the door and signaled Zhao Yong to come out, locked the door, and returned to the bus stop.

Zhao Yong was holding the returned items and hesitated to speak until Li Manjun asked, "Are you driving this truck?"

Zhao Yong nodded.

"You can also drive." She looked a little surprised. Zhao Yong was not thinking about it. He wanted to know whether she liked him or not. But people just don’t say it.

"That's great. I'm going to get my driver's license again when I'm free." Li Manjun looked at the blue truck in front of him and really wanted to get in and give it a try.

She can drive, but now twenty-year-old Li Manjun is still a novice without a driver's license.

Zhao Yong, who was focused on returning the gift, did not notice the flaw in her words. When someone came to see him, he could only put the things back in the car first.

"You get in the car first." Zhao Yong opened the passenger door and motioned for Li Manjun to get in first.

The cargo in the truck was fully loaded, so he could go and check it again.

The people in the town were all familiar with each other. The person who came to see Zhao Yong saw Li Manjun, but he didn't ask any questions. He and Zhao Yong settled the accounts and the addresses were clear, and they separated.

These two people didn't look like the so-called friends that Zhao Yong said.

"Then please help me deliver these goods." The friend handed Zhao Yong a cigarette, a Double Happiness brand, with a very festive red packaging.

Zhao Yong took the cigarette and put it in his ear, nodded to the man, checked the railing of the car body again to make sure it was correct, and stepped into the driver's seat.

When Li Manjun was sitting alone, he felt that the space in front of the truck was quite large, but when the tall Zhao Yong came up, the surrounding space seemed to be squeezed, making it feel narrow.

"Fasten your seat belt." He warned, inserted the key and started the truck. His movements were very skillful, he must be an experienced driver.

“Have you been driving a truck all these years?”

Zhao Yong nodded, "I've been driving for three years."

“Aren’t you just driving and don’t need to help load and unload the goods?”

Zhao Yong wiped the dust on the front window with a rag, "That's another price."

Li Manjun nodded to express his understanding. He tugged on the seat belt by the door and found it was stuck. He tugged again but failed to pull it out. "Is it broken?"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yong looked over in confusion. Seeing that she failed to pull out her seat belt, he leaned over to help her.

Li Manjun was startled, looking at the Adam's apple that suddenly appeared in front of him and the strong muscles under the empty round-neck T-shirt, his mouth opened slightly.

"Okay." Zhao Yong fastened the safety buckle, pulled it again to make sure it was buckled, and returned it. "This car is old. I will repair it later and replace it with a new seat belt so it won't get stuck."

"Zhao Yong."

"Um?"

"Do you have eight-pack abs?" Li Manjun suddenly asked.

Zhao Yong was stunned for a moment, "What?"

The corners of Li Manjun's mouth curved slightly, and he looked at his belly with burning eyes, "Do you have eight-pack abs?"

After hearing it clearly this time, Zhao Yong glanced at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't imagine that she would say such a thing.

"I'm driving. Sit tight." Zhao Yong felt that her eyes were burning to death. He quickly looked forward, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the truck drove out. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his chest heaved and his breathing was short. , the tips of the ears are pink.

Li Manjun looked at his reaction and didn't expect that he was quite innocent and could become so shy just by asking.

I couldn't help but want to tease him, so I smiled and asked again, "Is there any?"

The wind blew in and dissipated the heat in the small cab. Just when Li Manjun thought that people were too scared to speak, Zhao Yong said: "Yes..."

Li Manjun raised an eyebrow, "Can I touch it?"

"Li Manjun, you are acting like a hooligan!" Zhao Yong finally couldn't bear it anymore, "If you keep doing this, I will kiss you!"

"Hahaha~" Li Manjun couldn't help but laugh out loud. Worried that he would lose concentration, he quickly reminded him, "Just drive well, I won't say anything anymore."

Zhao Yongyong glanced at her in annoyance. Seeing that she was sitting honestly and smiling and looking forward, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt a little disappointed for no reason.

In fact, it's not impossible to touch him, but why does it sound like he's being a hooligan when he says it?

Zhao Yong glanced at the right rearview mirror again. She was leaning on the back of the seat, holding one hand on the car window and looking at the passing scenery outside. Her eyes were looking at the mirror playfully.

Damn it, she knew he was looking at her!

Zhao Yong took a deep breath, drove the car to the side of the road and stopped, took out the kettle, unscrewed the lid and drank half of the bottle of water.

Seeing Li Manjun looking over in confusion, he deliberately threatened her with a cold face, "Look again!"

Looking at him again, he really can’t help but want to act like a hooligan!

Li Manjun thought the big man with big hair in front of him was so cute, and it was so fun to tease him, but he had to be serious about driving.

Seeing that she restrained herself, Zhao Yong frowned and continued driving.

The road out of Heather Town is not easy to walk. It is full of loess and sand, and there are many potholes. People basically have to walk through it.

After spending the most difficult half hour, we drove onto the cement road national highway leading to Rongcheng, and then we calmed down.

Li Manjun squinted for a while while swaying. When the car reached an easier road, she lost sleep.

Zhao Yong saw her eyes open and said to her, "I'm reading."

"Huh?" Li Manjun's lazy voice once again teased Zhao Yong's heartstrings that had just calmed down.

He said: "I am reading a book." I can read!

Li Manjun woke up a little, received the signal from the other party, and asked with a smile: "What are you reading?"

"Shui Xu Chuan, one hundred and eighty heroes in Liangshan..." Zhao Yong described to Li Manjun how powerful those eighteen heroes were.

But he didn't notice that the smile on Li Manjun's lips was getting bigger and bigger, and it was really hard to hold it in.

When he got off the bus at Rongcheng, Li Manjun asked him for a pen for accounting, tore off a piece of paper from the paper used for footrests under the seat, wrote the words Water Margin, marked the pinyin, and handed it to Zhao Yong.

"What did you write?" Zhao Yong didn't dare to read it, fearing that she would reject it, but secretly expecting it to be a confession from the other party.

When I turned it over, I saw the three characters [Water Margin (hu) Zhuan], which suddenly turned red, from the tips of my ears to my neck.

"Thank you for sending me off. Go about your business and see you later." Li Manjun waved and took advantage of the green light to walk quickly to the entrance of Ocean Park across the road and entered Xiao Pan's home without looking back.

Zhao Yong sighed reluctantly, feeling that today's short journey was too beautiful to be true.

The truck couldn't stop casually, so he took a deep look at the returned cigarettes, alcoholic drinks and biscuits stuffed on the back seat, and drove the truck towards his destination.