It was early in the morning, but the sun already hung overhead, and a heatwave boiled on the road.
On a remote corner of the alley, a black Bentley came to a sudden stop. A furious man came out of the car and slammed the door shut loudly. "This stupid car didn't see any other place to die. Ughh…"
Two more men came out of the car, one of them leaned on the car door lazily before looking around. He didn't look the least bit worried about the situation. Suddenly, he let out an amused soft laugh: "Your baby found a good place for you before she died, not bad!"
Zhao Yufeng looked quite annoyed, not wanting to pay any heed to Bai Yancheng.
This Bentley was bought with his first pot of gold, so he always regarded it as his baby.
Huo Jingsheng looked at the ID flashing on his phone, picked up before he pointed towards the car repair shop for Zhao Yufeng: "There is a repair shop." He walked away with his phone.
Although the shop looked very shabby and small, Zhao Yufeng still tried to find someone around the shop. Unfortunately, he found nobody. Irritated, he went back to his car and took out his phone to call for help.
At that moment, he saw a motorcycle come to a stop in front of the shop, and the person walked towards the shop and opened the door. Zhao Yufeng hurriedly called the other party.
Song Xinyuan stopped her motorcycle under the willow tree not far from the car repair shop, lowered her slender legs, and put her feet on the ground. She took off her black helmet and carried the streaming breakfast bag as she walked towards the door.
"Oi, motorcycle boy!"
Hearing the call, Song Xinyuan's eyes narrowed as she looked toward the source of the call, saw a Bentley parked at the entrance of the alley, and two men leaning against the two front car doors. Sloppy, without any backbone.
Her head was hurting like hell from the lack of sleep, and those beautiful eyes of hers were bloodshot.
Squinting her eyes, Song Xinyuan raised her voice: "Yes?" She had no intention of going there.
Zhao Yufeng pointed at the car: "Something wrong with its battery. Can you help?" He thought this boy worked in this shop.
Song Xinyuan's eyes showed a little impatience, nevertheless, she nodded, went inside the shop first. Seeing someone sleeping so soundly on the couch, she looked away expressionlessly. She placed the breakfast on the table and picked up the toolbox before she went out.
She found there was another man joining those two people, wearing a mask and sunglasses, covering himself like a suspicious person on such a hot day. She didn't pay much attention and popped open the hood of the car and secured it in place with the hood rod prop before she started to check where the problem was.
A loose battery terminal.
Looking at the boy's skillful work, Zhao Yufeng was amused. Those who worked with cars all year round would only be this skillful. And this boy didn't look much older.
Working at such a young age!
Bai Yancheng was bored, so he was also observing Song Xinyuan's work. At some point, he noticed the other party's hands - the fingers were long, slender, very fair, the joint segments pronounced. One hand's fingers were draping downwards while resting on the edge of the car, while the other was holding onto the tool and working.
A very artistic hand, perfect for playing the piano.
This was the thought that popped into his mind.
"Do you work in this shop?" Bai Yancheng asked this question, earning an eye roll from Zhao Yufeng from the other side, even Huo Jingsheng gave him a look.
"Hmm." Bai Yancheng raised his eyebrows, and Huo Jingsheng's eyes finally fell on the boy when he heard the voice.
Closing the car hood, Song Xinyuan wiped her hand with the cloth and said: "Try restarting the car now." As if she didn't talk very often, her voice sounded very hoarse and deep, making it hard to detect her actual gender.
The man was looking at her intensely. Song Xinyuan side-eyed him casually, suddenly paused and looked away. She squeezed the tool in her hand.
"Ok." Zhao Yufeng immediately went to try, and it worked. He got down, smiling, and showed his phone: "Does WeChat pay work?" They only had cards, no cash.
"Hmm." Song Xinyuan turned to enter the shop again.
"This kid sure doesn't talk nonsense," Zhao Yufeng said with emotion.
Bai Yancheng smirked, saying lazily: "Not everyone is like you."
"Old Bai, do you want to fight with me?" He started to roll up his sleeves as if he were really going to fight.
Bai Yancheng snorted disdainfully, lowering his eyes again. He appeared very sleepy.
Song Xinyuan came out with the QR code card. This time she removed her black mask.
Huo Jingsheng rooted in place, his eyes never leaving that beautiful face.
Zhao Yufeng was the first to notice it, exclaiming in a low voice: "I didn't expect this kid would be this handsome." When he noticed the boy's hands and eyes were very fair and beautiful, he thought to himself that this kid must be very handsome, but never imagined this much. Bai Yancheng also glanced at the other end lazily, and was amused by what he saw.
The boy was slender, with messy flaxen short hair, hazel eyes like fine jade which had an extremely indifferent look, a high nose bridge, and pale pink lips.
The boy's complexion was as white as snow, and his whole body exuded a kind of European medieval aristocratic atmosphere.
He was so handsome that people's eyes consciously or subconsciously followed his moves.
But there was a purple bruise line on his left cheek, near the ear and chin.
Huo Jingsheng thought it was an eyesore. His heart ached at the sight of it.