Shang Yanyan bent over and sat in the front passenger seat. She smiled at Chen hansheng as she closed the door.
She was actually quite happy. She did not expect to meet Chen hansheng while waiting for the bus. This way, they did not have to squeeze in the bus, and they had the opportunity to chat alone in such a narrow environment.
The corner of Chen hansheng's eyes twitched. He felt lucky that he did not agree to let Xiaoyu sit in the front passenger seat alone. Otherwise, they would have to quarrel again if he found another strand of hair.
After he finished smoking outside, he sat in the car and his nose was filled with the smell of makeup.
This was Shang Yanyan's personal characteristic. She liked heavy makeup, was more mature than ordinary college students, and spoke with a feminine sexiness.
"After 25 years old, she's another social butterfly."
