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"Would you like to go to the garage with me to see my car?"

Hearing that he didn't speak, Jiang Langting asked suddenly.

The living room of Jiang Langting's house still had no headlights turned on, the floor lamp was shining alone somewhere in the corner, the light was faint, like a lost star in the Milky Way.

Following such an angle, Xia Shao watched Jiang Langting look at him and made an invitation.

Going back tonight will cause insomnia.

Xia Shao thought.

·

When they arrived at the garage, the two walked one after the other, took a shortcut, and walked in front of Jiang Langting's two big guys after a while.

There are only two motorcycles that Jiang Langting has parked in the Wangjiang residential area. One is made of aviation aluminum. There are 61 motorcycles in the world, and the price can be compared to a Porsche.Because it is too precious, Jiang Langting is also very precious, and he rarely takes it out for a walk, but another Ducati is often taken for a walk on the road with a flipped brand.

The other one was not so rare, but there was a piece of flannel on the seat cushion, and it could be seen that it had been carefully maintained and wiped almost every day.

Xia Shao saw that Jiang Langting lifted the protective cover and stepped up, as if he was riding a horse.

But at the moment, his attention is all on the black rare treasure.

The whole body of this car is made of aviation aluminum, except for the frame, the fuel tank and the windshield are all transparent.Seeing this configuration, Xia Shao became interested, squatted down, and reached out to touch its tail wheel frame.

"Wow," said Xia Shao, who had never seen a transparent fuel tank at a race, "you can still see gasoline."

Jiang Langting fiddled with the fuel gauge on the Ducati, "Yes."

"Is that when the engine shakes and the gasoline rolls?"

"Well, the throttle valve moves like a butterfly opening and closing its wings."

They are all men, and their natural preference for machinery is self-evident. Xia Shao put his shyness of being alone behind him, and circled this "war" several times.

"Want to see it?" Jiang Langting asked.

Xia Shao thought he heard it wrong, "Can you?"

"Yeah," Jiang Langting spread out his gloved hands and fiddled with the flannel to wipe the car, "Did you buy the engine oil?"

"I bought it." Xia Shao replied obediently.

"Change to a high-level one, starting with SN." Jiang Langting said mercilessly, "You ride too wildly."

I still don't quite understand what SN means, but Xia Shao has tried hard to memorize Teacher Jiang's words, "Okay!"

"Your helmet." Jiang Langting continued to point out.

"Ok?"

"Change it, use mine," Jiang Langting untied his helmet strap, and put it directly on Xia Shao's head, "It's strong."

The air in the parking lot froze.

In this silent moment.

Even though he was only wearing a helmet, Xia Shao had imagined Jiang Langting wearing a scarf on himself in the ice and snow.

"Don't come out during the day, the traffic police is not easy," Jiang Langting said sobering him up, "In the future, if you want to ride a bike at night, tell me, and you can go out and make an appointment to run the road outside the third ring road."

Am I dated?

As soon as he raised his head, Xia Shao's unbelievable eyes met Jiang Langting's.

On the other hand, the other party was calm and relaxed, with an expression of "don't you want to?", and raised his eyebrows at him.

It's not that Xia Shao hasn't read Mary Su's commercial novels on Weibo, and always thought that the "raised eyebrows" of those domineering and cool male protagonists must be like eyebrow twitches, but he found that he was wrong.

Xia Shao was very friendly and quickly agreed: "Okay!"

Afraid that if he was a second late, Jiang Langting would regret it.

"It's relatively safe for me to ride with you. But I have a request." Jiang Langting said.

"You said."

Xia Shao felt that even if Jiang Langting asked him to post a Weibo to advertise for MBAR for free, he would agree!

Posting a Weibo by yourself is quite expensive.

I can buy a thousand helmets for Jiang Langting.

"You can only ride it when I'm around, and don't ride it when I'm not. If you're a novice riding a Suzuki to cross the street, accidents are easy to happen."

Jiang Langting said this in a gentle tone, as if he was asking for Xia Shao's opinion, not asking for it at all.

Xia Shao blushed: "I'm wearing knee pads, wrist pads, and elbow pads. If I'm not a Gundam, I'm also an Iron Man. Don't be afraid."

Hearing his description, Jiang Langting almost couldn't hold back his laughter, "You're pretty good at talking."

"It's the anchor." Xia Shao said calmly.

"In real life, you're not like an anchor."

"like what?"

"Like..." Jiang Langting thought about it, and couldn't describe it for a while.

In his vision, Xia Shao is a reckless existence.

It is said that he has a great forgetfulness, but he is also careful. He is bright and brilliant, but he turns everything into ordinary in life. He is low-key and restrained, and he is cautious in dealing with things.

There is cuteness, there is also cleverness, and the relationship between people can get along very comfortably.

Someone always calls him little angel in the live broadcast room.

Maybe true.

Stepping down from the Ducati with his long legs, Jiang Langting leaned his back against the pillar, "You haven't promised me yet."

"Agreed." Xia Shao agreed.

"Stamp it." Jiang Langting stretched out his hand and made a thumbs up gesture.

After being alone, the distance between the two of them became much closer, and Xia Shao became more courageous, so he opened his cuff to expose his thumb, and rubbed Jiang Langting's gloved fingertips, "Never mind, you didn't show your fingerprints. "

Jiang Langting lowered his eyes, his eyes locked on Xia Shao's fingertips, "I don't have fingerprints."

The man's voice was no longer hoarse, but rather bright, and it swayed shallowly in the small corner of the parking lot.

Seeing that Xia Shao didn't answer, he added in a low voice: "Really."

As if mustering up his courage, Xia Shao pondered for a while before slowly opening his mouth, "Why?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Langting moved his hands up and down, and took off his riding gloves very neatly.Afterwards, he handed the fisted hands to Xia Shao's eyes, and spread them out again.

The lights in the parking lot were incandescent, shining brightly on this place.

Jiang Langting's palm was laid flat like this, with the palm facing the sky, and there was a long scar of different shades from the thumb to the little finger joint.

The pads of the thumb and index finger also seemed to be smoothed by something, and the fingerprint lines could hardly be seen clearly.

To be honest, he guessed that Jiang Langting should have been injured.

Because normal people don't often not take motorcycle gloves, and under normal circumstances, the probability of not having an accident is too low for those who play this game.

Xia Shao frowned, "Is your arm real?"

"Touch it." Jiang Langting said.

He rolled up the cuff of his wrist a little more, revealing a section of strong muscle.

Xia Shao noticed his burning ears, and thought to himself that it should be very red now, but there is nowhere to hide...

He let me touch him.

Once accepting this setting, it will be difficult for Xia Shao to calm down his magnificent mood.

It's touching him, not kissing him, they are two big men, it's nothing.

Thinking of this, Xia Shao took his hand up, and slid it from Jiang Langting's wrist to his elbow, and clicked it as soon as possible.

Hot, firm and soft, when you press it, a shallow nest appears.

It is completely different from the feeling of touch and response.

"It's true." Xia Shao concluded.

"It's just an injury, but it's all in the past."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Langting pulled away slightly, turned his back to Xia Shao and walked between his "War Fire" and the Ducati, his eyes were gloomy for a moment, and then became clear again.

"If I can't ride it," he smiled, leaning on the motorcycle, "I won't be able to live."

·

After making an appointment with the "motorcycle bureau", the two went upstairs separately.

Before leaving, Jiang Langting said that he would give Xia Shao the vest with the airbag next time he came out to ride a bike, and said that he still had a smaller size in his store and office, and he would pick it up tomorrow.

After going out for an hour or two, Ying Yuchen, who was still playing games, didn't feel suspicious at all. He just stretched his waist and sat up from the sofa, yawning long: "I'm back."

"Well," Xia Shao seemed in a good mood, "I'm back!"

After going back to the house to wash and take a bath, Xia Shao rolled on the bed several times, and finally lay down hugging the pillow, and sighed again and again.

Ying Yuchen, who had never been in a relationship before, was at a loss: "What's wrong? Such big mood swings!"

"Riding a motorcycle is so cool..." Xia Shao lay on his back on the bed, and kicked the quilt hard with his legs.

Ying Yuchen bent down to pick up the quilt, "Is it really so cool? Better than that?"

"Which one?" Xia Shao was confused.

"that."

"You did that?"

"No." The Kouhai contestant should disarm and surrender with Chen.

"Me neither." Xia Shao sighed.

Thinking of something, Xia Shao changed the subject: "Do you know of any dating software? It's the one that can search for people nearby, and then read his profile."

He was super invincible and wanted to know whether Jiang Langting was straight or not.

It looked straight, but...Xia Shao still took a little chance.

"Tantan, Momo..." Ying and Chen wrung hands and counted.

Xia Shao has been thinking about a homosexual app, but forgot the name, so he had to hint vaguely: "Is there anything else? Something special?"

"Yes, it's called buled, I remember?"

Ying and Chenxiang thought of something funny, laughed out loud, and quickly covered their mouths, and the funny words flowed out from between their fingers, "This software is quite powerful and highly popular. At the end of last year, I and He Qing was curious, so he got together and downloaded the phone to play, just to see what was on it, but he didn't think about it so much, and used his own back as his avatar."

Xia Shao was taken aback when he heard that.

"This software also has the... model selection, do you know the model?"

Shaking his head and nodding again, Xia Shao felt that his understanding should be correct.

Ying and Chen slapped their thighs: "It's attacking! I've always known it!"

"Me too..." Xia Shao's tone was a little weak.

"You..." Hearing his tone, Ying and Chen were dumbfounded for half a second.

"Hey, keep talking," Xia Shao cleared his throat when he came back to his senses, "What did my love brother choose?"

"1! Then guess what, his account was searched by my brother's friends."

Ying and Chen's volume became smaller and smaller, as if they were talking about a big secret, and finally leaned into Xia Shao's ear, and said out of nowhere: "Now the software is scary!"

"Oh……"

Xia Shao thinks about his body that is in the same line as He Qing, and he understands.

He turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and closed his eyes for a while pretending to be asleep.

After the sound of breathing around her became even, Xia Shao quietly took out the phone, opened the software, and changed the model number to "1" in the function of editing data.